Re: Silent Hill: Wren/Evie/Luke/Jack
[Jack took the keys, and Evie said she was going outside, and Luke tugged her closer. Wren didn't say anything, but Evie wasn't going outside alone, and they all knew that. She didn't see the difference between in or out. The closet was special and safe, and it was the place bad things never went. Too small, too narrow, and there was no understanding of incongruous things in her head. Red on skin beneath the white of her dress, and the closet was still, still safe.
But the others were different. They weren't made for closets. She understood that. The closet didn't shelter them like it would shelter her. She'd grown there, nestled between dressed and stockings and shoes that smelled of sea water. They hadn't.
Outside the closet, it was all, all the same.
Evie wasn't going alone, and she moved forward after leaning into Luke's tugging a little bit. Fingers wound up in his shirt at the hip, like he was an anchor, and she walked to the door in silence and pulled it open, nudge past Evie and into the hall. Outside, the walls were metal, rust and the floor was pools of red, and things writhed on the ground, headless. Mass of things, and she knew they were insides, and she wondered who they belonged to. She checked her belly. She checked Luke's belly. Not them.
On and on.
She stepped over the insides like she did the gore in the apartment. Like puddles, and hop over each. Dainty and careful of her toes, but she wasn't stopping. No tug would slow, and the hall was narrow, and her free hand was on the wall as she moved, fingers trailing against rust and coming away brown.
The stairs were there.
The stairwell was there.
Down, and the things in the stairwell with them leaped from nowhere, and Wren just sidestepped as best she could. No cowering. No screaming. No attempts to fight anything.