silent hill · resident evil · guilt · melancholic · introverted · horror · psychological thriller · grief · survivor
Fog, thick and suffocating, swallowed the road as James Sunderland stepped past the government cordon. The air tasted of rust and decay. Clutching the letter that shouldn't exist, he looked back once at the safety of Ashfield, then turned toward the nightmare. The infected lurked in the shadows, but James saw only the path to his 'special place.' His hazel eyes, hollow with grief, fixed on the mist ahead. He had come for Mary, or for punishment. The town waited, silent and judging, as he took his first step into the quarantine zone, leaving the world of the living behind.