Out Of The Frying Pan (And Into The Fire)
[After the horrors of Silent Hill, the loss of her father and the general insanity that Heather's had to deal with it's not terribly surprising that she doesn't take the idyllic resort very seriously. Anything that seems to good to be true, probably is and after the gore and horror she's on edge when the polite staff greet her sweetly, offer her free gifts and a key to a room she never booked. After a short "Thanks." she makes her way to her cabin I.1, it seems normal enough when she enters it, checking for any false walls, hidden monsters, cultists and finally ammo. Nothing... Just a stupid little computer thing.
She turns it on and presses the "video" button.
Moments later the image of a young, Caucasian, blonde girl appears on screens. She's obviously been through some intense combat recently, with patched up cuts and a few grazes on her cheek and collarbone. She wears a dirty-white Gillette, a small torch pokes out of her right breast pocket.]
Freaks, cultists, headless monsters, big ugly... things that try to slap me to death?... Oh, and skinless dogs that eat my legs. Yeah, I can cope with them. That's fine, hey, I'm kinda used to it by now.
[Her voice is dripping with teenage sarcasm and one of her eyebrows occasionally quirks when she stresses particular words]
But... Nice people? Sunshine?... A free bedroom?
Now I'm freaking out!!
Silent Hill really is trying to make me lose it, and I am so close right now.
Anyway, whatever, it's not like I can't handle whatever this place throws at me, I guess. Although some ammo would be really nice about now. I want to find the nutcase who just left it around Silent Hill for me, seriously. Who just buys packs of submachine gun ammo and leaves it somewhere? Not that I'm complaining, but hey! You, that guy that left ammo around for me? I'd kinda like you to start doing it again.
I totally do not trust this place.