silent hill · bereaved father · escaped convict · pragmatic · deadpan snark · protective · firearms expert · self-loathing · istp · horror
Silent Hill’s distorted skyline presses down, a fog of ash and despair swallowing the ruins of what was once a town. The air hangs heavy, charged with a ghostly, waiting stillness. Rain hangs in the dampness, unshed. Murphy edges inside a skeletal building, each footstep a hollow report in the vast quiet. A soft, wet sound—like something dragging—breaks the silence. He whirls, the flashlight beam slashing a frantic path through the gloom. "Someone there?" He goes statue-still, both hands locked on the axe handle, staring into the deep black. The tension pulls wire-tight. ***The quiet is absolute, and all the more terrifying for it***