( it had been ten years since heather faced off god and failed in successfully killing her. the creature born from hatred and vileness had managed to implode upon itself, consuming the town into further darkness and horrors, leaving anyone within it truly imprisoned forever. there was no true sign of the actual creature whose existence had tormented alessa and now heather, but instead the monsters that roamed the town [only visible to those who they wanted them to see them] increased in tenfold and became far more menacing in their antics. there were a few theories here and there that heather had thought upon, but in realizing that she could never leave this town again, they became pointless to think about.
she began by doing her best to survive, to find a home within the town but given that most of the residents had vanished with only a few remaining cult members lingering about, finding anything with working electricity and water became a daunting task. it soon became clear to heather that everyday would just be trying to survive this ordeal without losing her mind. as time went on though it only became natural that she did. what was once bright smiles and hopeful optimism on her face, only marred by the anger she carried towards the cult, was now a sunken expression and long, black hair with traces of bleached hair from before interwoven.
she spent her days combing the town for food, water, anything else she could use for herself and watching as tourists and thrill seekers came to the once popular town of silent hill. everything had rotted away and the amusement park was long abandoned. so it mostly attracted the destructive kind, vandals and people who wanted photos with the creepy abandoned town. the occasional remaining cultists could be seen but much like heather they were trapped forever― and she avoided them. sometimes she'd sit on a rooftop and look down to see if anyone she knew came by, but they never did. she'd try her best to avoid the monsters because fighting them had become an annoying and repetitive cycle. at this point they didn't even seem that amused with trying to hurt her; they just seemed compelled to remind her that she caused this by failing to successfully kill god.
it was then on one of her many listless and boring observations on top of a random building's roof that she saw yet another wanderer come into town, specifically into main street. she sat there with a dark cloak over her body, eyes peering down as she watched the young man like a hawk. it would be the same as always wouldn't it? the sired would go off, he wouldn't hear or see anything, and then he'd leave just like the rest of them― except this time, it seemed the town had something else in mind. the siren began to ring as usual, and the slurpers would come crawling out of the woodworks like usual. only this time instead of this strange man walking around like nothing, he seemed to actually be staring at the creatures coming towards him. without hesitation, heather finally lifted herself up and began to run through the fire exit of the building and out towards the street with a pipe in her hand. )
You have to.....go run, get out of here. Keep running down this street and you'll escape, but you can't let them attack you or else you will die.
( it's the first time in a decade since she had spoken to anyone and she clearly looked disheveled and unwell; dark circles under her eyes, skin pale and ghostly. she was quite thin, but there was muscles on her arms and legs despite that. )
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she began by doing her best to survive, to find a home within the town but given that most of the residents had vanished with only a few remaining cult members lingering about, finding anything with working electricity and water became a daunting task. it soon became clear to heather that everyday would just be trying to survive this ordeal without losing her mind. as time went on though it only became natural that she did. what was once bright smiles and hopeful optimism on her face, only marred by the anger she carried towards the cult, was now a sunken expression and long, black hair with traces of bleached hair from before interwoven.
she spent her days combing the town for food, water, anything else she could use for herself and watching as tourists and thrill seekers came to the once popular town of silent hill. everything had rotted away and the amusement park was long abandoned. so it mostly attracted the destructive kind, vandals and people who wanted photos with the creepy abandoned town. the occasional remaining cultists could be seen but much like heather they were trapped forever― and she avoided them. sometimes she'd sit on a rooftop and look down to see if anyone she knew came by, but they never did. she'd try her best to avoid the monsters because fighting them had become an annoying and repetitive cycle. at this point they didn't even seem that amused with trying to hurt her; they just seemed compelled to remind her that she caused this by failing to successfully kill god.
it was then on one of her many listless and boring observations on top of a random building's roof that she saw yet another wanderer come into town, specifically into main street. she sat there with a dark cloak over her body, eyes peering down as she watched the young man like a hawk. it would be the same as always wouldn't it? the sired would go off, he wouldn't hear or see anything, and then he'd leave just like the rest of them― except this time, it seemed the town had something else in mind. the siren began to ring as usual, and the slurpers would come crawling out of the woodworks like usual. only this time instead of this strange man walking around like nothing, he seemed to actually be staring at the creatures coming towards him. without hesitation, heather finally lifted herself up and began to run through the fire exit of the building and out towards the street with a pipe in her hand. )
You have to.....go run, get out of here. Keep running down this street and you'll escape, but you can't let them attack you or else you will die.
( it's the first time in a decade since she had spoken to anyone and she clearly looked disheveled and unwell; dark circles under her eyes, skin pale and ghostly. she was quite thin, but there was muscles on her arms and legs despite that. )