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Characters: Zero (dwn_infinite), Locket (moe_rapier)
Date/Time: June 30, God only knows when.
Location: The Wilderness / Silent Hill.
Rating: R for horrifying experiences.
Summary: Zero can't quite accept that Light's gone even knowing his journal's gone missing as well. After all, he saw him- and missed him- in the wilderness... didn't he? A return to Silent Hill was

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He paused, his own wrist twitching as he stared upwards into the sea of hanged, hollowed husks, his eyes darting across the innumerable helmets, swearing their 'faces' occasionally turned to watch his stride. He expected danger- a laser, an explosion, some act of aggression from those morbid, useless pieces of scrap, but none ever came. Step by step- slowly letting himself be less unnerved by the reverberations of the rattling armor with each passing stride- he returned his gaze to the floor.

He suddenly whirled about, his eyes focusing on a particularly large mound of scrap metal as he heard a much louder rumbling somewhere within the pile... a pile that suddenly sunk back down beneath the floor, melting and splattering into a disorganized sheet of clattering, rolling debris. And the low, groaning rumble beneath his feet- one that felt like it was still moving across the room- only seemed to become louder and closer. Zero's hand went to his waist, his fingers tightening around his hilt... but he was greeted only with painful, dead

[moe_rapier]

He'd urged people to stay away.

He spoke nothing but ill of the place.

...So why on earth did he come back!?

Sadly, Locket thought with a shake of her head when she pressed the button for the third floor. This behavior, too, feels familiar.

Her plan was simple: Exit the elevator, grab him, and try her best to keep a stern face when she scolded him for coming back down here. There was no doubt in her mind anymore... Light was gone. Edensphere gave her two familiar friends, and then took one away. As much as it pained her to think of it, that's just how this place was. The very last thing she wanted at this point was to lose Zero too. She'd face this place, and its many surprises, even if it was just to bodily drag him back to the elevator.

Please watch the house while I'm out. Be good! -Locket was what she'd written, placing the note on the front door and the coffee table. Hopefully, Arthur would keep the place in one piece until she returned.

He can't be far... he's fast, but I can be quick, too, she thought as the number '3'

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He waited- waited on pins and needles, standing perfectly still, anxious to hear any sound that might forecast the next horror this world would pit against him- but there wasn't so much as a breathless rattle from the hollowed ghouls above him. His breathing quickened, his 'nerves' on fire as he searched with eyes, ears, and unresponsive radar for something that had to be there... and all that greeted him was that gaunt quiet

[moe_rapier]

She had to hand it to the creatures- they were fast. Aural sensors filled with the sound of the dogs snapping, growling, snarling, she ignited her dash jets and searched for some high ground. Locket could easily scale a wall and continue her search from atop a building. These things could not.

There! There was a house. The Navigator ran to it, scaling that wall and pulling herself onto the shingled roof. Although moistened from the fog and half-rotten, they would hold if she did not linger. She was off, hopping from house to house, the canines in pursuit on the street.

Aerial enemies! Her sensors cried in alarm, and she just ducked a swooping... pterosaur? Whatever it was, she pointed her buster at it, and fired thrice. Smoking, the creature fell. Ravenous, the pack of dogs leaped upon the dying lizard and noisily feasted, spreading its innards over the pavement as they fought and snapped for nourishing morsels. Upon realizing she'd stopped to stare in silent revulsion, she steeled herself and continued. Light was dear to them, to

[moe_rapier]

...giving way to the gaping maw of hell, and nightmares.

She fell, grasping the frayed edge of a metal grate with a cry of alarm. Below her, nothingness. Above her, the same. She pulled herself up onto the grating. The town had darkened, twisted. Dried blood browned the world, dark and pungent rust adding to the dank reddish-brown nightmare. Locket ran, ignoring the way patches of the ground seemed alive, squirming and chittering.

Crunch. Her boot flattened and crushed a very large, cockroach-like creature, the chitin giving way to spread black fluid. The screech of the insects filled her ears, and she ran faster