By the pricking of my thumbs....
Who: Cuddy, Wilson, Anna
Where: PPTH...one of them anyway
When: As the real hospital fades away....
Warnings: Seriously? It's Silent Hill. Be prepared for anything.
Just moments before it happened, Cuddy got an odd chill along her spine. She barely had time to wonder at the cause when the sirens went off. Not the fire alarms or the tornado sirens or even the alarms on the monitoring equipment. She knew those sounds. Unfortunately, she'd also heard this siren before and she'd hoped she'd never have to hear it again.
She reached into the desk drawer and took out the knife House had given her. She walked across her office, which still looked like her office although she knew that wouldn't last. She stepped into the foyer. It did not look like her foyer. Neither did the clinic area when she entered it. It was dark and reeked of something rotten. The wallpaper peeled from the walls in moldy sheets and everything was covered in a layer of filth.
Her first instinct was to call out, see if anyone else had gotten trapped with her. The problem was that she couldn't be sure that whoever answered would be someone, or something, she'd want to see.
Where: PPTH...one of them anyway
When: As the real hospital fades away....
Warnings: Seriously? It's Silent Hill. Be prepared for anything.
Just moments before it happened, Cuddy got an odd chill along her spine. She barely had time to wonder at the cause when the sirens went off. Not the fire alarms or the tornado sirens or even the alarms on the monitoring equipment. She knew those sounds. Unfortunately, she'd also heard this siren before and she'd hoped she'd never have to hear it again.
She reached into the desk drawer and took out the knife House had given her. She walked across her office, which still looked like her office although she knew that wouldn't last. She stepped into the foyer. It did not look like her foyer. Neither did the clinic area when she entered it. It was dark and reeked of something rotten. The wallpaper peeled from the walls in moldy sheets and everything was covered in a layer of filth.
Her first instinct was to call out, see if anyone else had gotten trapped with her. The problem was that she couldn't be sure that whoever answered would be someone, or something, she'd want to see.