On the beach is a man with blonde hair and a lon, blue raincoat. Walter slowly roused, pushing himself onto his hands and knees before realising just how wrong everything was.
He felt sick. He felt cold and wet. He could feel the sting of little cuts and the dull ache of forming bruises. But he was dead. He had been dead for ten years. He had been waiting, waiting for the Receiver of Wisdom with the Mother Reborn and banging on the door, begging his Mom to let him in. He had tried to kill Eileen but he had stopped himself because she was kind, but that was why he had to kill her-
He retched, bringing up nothing from his empty stomach. His head throbbed as he tried to make sense of it. This wasn't Ashfield. It wasn't Pleasant River or Silent Hill. He had no idea where he was but he could feel. And his heart was beating.
[ SCENARIO TWO ]
He wasn't sure where to go. His instincts told him to find somewhere with shelter. A subway. They had maps, he could find out where he was and he wouldn't be at risk of getting rained on. As he walked he stared steadily at the ground, hands in his pockets. But then people started approaching him.
People had never approached him with good intentions before. An older woman, grey roots emerging from her dyed brown hair, pushed a handful of phamplets into his hands and hurried off. As he began to flip through them, he doesn't seem...too freaked out by what was written in them. Only confused. He stood out of the way, leaning against a wall and reading though them.
Walter Sullivan | Silent Hill 4
On the beach is a man with blonde hair and a lon, blue raincoat. Walter slowly roused, pushing himself onto his hands and knees before realising just how wrong everything was.
He felt sick. He felt cold and wet. He could feel the sting of little cuts and the dull ache of forming bruises. But he was dead. He had been dead for ten years. He had been waiting, waiting for the Receiver of Wisdom with the Mother Reborn and banging on the door, begging his Mom to let him in. He had tried to kill Eileen but he had stopped himself because she was kind, but that was why he had to kill her-
He retched, bringing up nothing from his empty stomach. His head throbbed as he tried to make sense of it. This wasn't Ashfield. It wasn't Pleasant River or Silent Hill. He had no idea where he was but he could feel. And his heart was beating.
[ SCENARIO TWO ]
He wasn't sure where to go. His instincts told him to find somewhere with shelter. A subway. They had maps, he could find out where he was and he wouldn't be at risk of getting rained on. As he walked he stared steadily at the ground, hands in his pockets. But then people started approaching him.
People had never approached him with good intentions before. An older woman, grey roots emerging from her dyed brown hair, pushed a handful of phamplets into his hands and hurried off. As he began to flip through them, he doesn't seem...too freaked out by what was written in them. Only confused. He stood out of the way, leaning against a wall and reading though them.