Scruitiny 04 - Panic-striken
[The feed begins on Dev hunched up, it can be assumed he's in a corner. Sweat is glistening on his forehead and is shaking heavily. The Sirens woke him up, but it was the voices of the dead in the static on the television that got to him. But hearing that name: Silent Hill, the name was different in his world but the game's concept was still the same and looked the same. He'd never played it of his own free will, Delia had been an avid horror fan and games were her forté. He'd watched her play it before and hadn't slept for a week...but...watching it and being in it are two very different things.]
Please...Oh Gods, please...please tell me that we're not where I think we are..? Underground mine fires, a city that brought its own damnation upon itself? A small girl that plunged them into her own nightmares for what they did to her?
[He screws his eyes shut as he goes foetal, one arm over his head and the other with the communicator. He never wanted to show anyone how weak he truely was, but when in Silent Hill he couldn't help it. Terrified, devistated, scared, petrified - all these terms..don't...do him justice right now...]
What are we going to do? ...We're all part of her punishment now...What happens to us is in her hands...
[The feed times out on a static interruption. His voice can only just be heard over the crackling of the white noise, if you listen hard enough you can hear a single sob amongst erratic breath and one final plea]
Someone please..