06-06-2015, 04:28 PM
The sorcerer smashed the call button with his thumb. It gave off a weak light that showed a few surface cracks in the plastic, which seemed to indicate a lot of use in the hospital’s history. Shang tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to approach. When it arrived and the doors swung open, the sorcerer took a tentative step back and waited for something to come screaming out at him. After a few seconds of silence, he entered the elevator and glanced at the panel. It took him a moment to find the button labeled ‘B.’
Shang gave the button a soft smack with his thumb and stepped back as the doors slid shut in front of him. As he stood in the center of the cramped lift, the sorcerer glanced up at the speaker in the corner. It was trying to spit out some noise or music, but something was broken and the whole thing just spewed static the entire way down. When the elevator touched down on the basement, the doors slid open one at a time, revealing a dimly light corridor that didn’t please the man in any way, shape, or form.
Stepping out from the elevator, Shang reached for the gun and tried to recall the details of the map. He recall a morgue, a generator room, and yet another store room. While the notion of rummaging through another room full of junk intrigued him, he set his sights on the morgue and made his way to the metal door. A giggle of the lock revealed that it wouldn’t open of its own accord, so the sorcerer smashed the latch with his gun until it broke off. With the barrel of the weapon, he pushed the broken door open and reached inside for the lightswitch when nothing snapped at him with teeth or nails or scalpels.
He crossed into the room and noticed immediately that a few of the doors to the freezers were open. Making his way to the nearest open one, Shang nudged it open a few more inches and peered inside. As he had expected, it was empty, although it wasn’t clean. He noticed what seemed to be traces of skin and hair on the inside of the box, which meant the crew probably hadn’t cleaned it out to prepare for the next carcass.
Turning away from the open container, Shang walked over to a small desk in the corner. A look inside the keyboard drawer revealed a collection of crumpled sheets of paper from a legal pad. While the first two had only half-finished words and scribbles on them, the third contained something that bordered on a coherent thought.
“Get them OUT. BURN FREEEZE KIIL.”
A scowl spread across the sorcerer’s face as he dropped the scraps of paper back into the drawer and closed it. Was there a single human being in all of Silent Hill or was this place solely populated by unstable people and the equally incoherent memories of others? Turning around, Shang made his way out of the morgue and back into the hallway. As he exited the room, the lights above flickered and flashed a little brighter, revealing something he hadn’t noticed on his first walk through the corridor.
The wall in front of him had a message written on it using bloody palms. “All Hope is Lost.” It was a bit of a cliché, but that still didn’t make him feel happy as he read the erratic words smeared across the gray concrete.
Glancing down the hall, Shang started toward the storage room.
Shang gave the button a soft smack with his thumb and stepped back as the doors slid shut in front of him. As he stood in the center of the cramped lift, the sorcerer glanced up at the speaker in the corner. It was trying to spit out some noise or music, but something was broken and the whole thing just spewed static the entire way down. When the elevator touched down on the basement, the doors slid open one at a time, revealing a dimly light corridor that didn’t please the man in any way, shape, or form.
Stepping out from the elevator, Shang reached for the gun and tried to recall the details of the map. He recall a morgue, a generator room, and yet another store room. While the notion of rummaging through another room full of junk intrigued him, he set his sights on the morgue and made his way to the metal door. A giggle of the lock revealed that it wouldn’t open of its own accord, so the sorcerer smashed the latch with his gun until it broke off. With the barrel of the weapon, he pushed the broken door open and reached inside for the lightswitch when nothing snapped at him with teeth or nails or scalpels.
He crossed into the room and noticed immediately that a few of the doors to the freezers were open. Making his way to the nearest open one, Shang nudged it open a few more inches and peered inside. As he had expected, it was empty, although it wasn’t clean. He noticed what seemed to be traces of skin and hair on the inside of the box, which meant the crew probably hadn’t cleaned it out to prepare for the next carcass.
Turning away from the open container, Shang walked over to a small desk in the corner. A look inside the keyboard drawer revealed a collection of crumpled sheets of paper from a legal pad. While the first two had only half-finished words and scribbles on them, the third contained something that bordered on a coherent thought.
“Get them OUT. BURN FREEEZE KIIL.”
A scowl spread across the sorcerer’s face as he dropped the scraps of paper back into the drawer and closed it. Was there a single human being in all of Silent Hill or was this place solely populated by unstable people and the equally incoherent memories of others? Turning around, Shang made his way out of the morgue and back into the hallway. As he exited the room, the lights above flickered and flashed a little brighter, revealing something he hadn’t noticed on his first walk through the corridor.
The wall in front of him had a message written on it using bloody palms. “All Hope is Lost.” It was a bit of a cliché, but that still didn’t make him feel happy as he read the erratic words smeared across the gray concrete.
Glancing down the hall, Shang started toward the storage room.
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