Re: Silent Hill: Wren/Evie/Luke/Jack
[Jack gathered up the keys. Doing something concrete had always been the only real way he knew to beat the darkness back - build something, make something, kill something. Collapsing under the weight of it didn't suit him, even when faces blinked from the ceiling with familiar blue eyes. His own brand of madness came in action, where it had started in being unable to do a thing.
Wren was all but gone, her soft smile and unfocused eyes saying that she wouldn't be participating much in the decision making going forward. And Evie, she saw something, looked to the corner and then looked back at him with a need to move forward, to get clear. Whatever was there for her, he had no doubt it would come along with them. Leaving the room wouldn't leave it behind. He said nothing, stepping into the hall, moving down the stairs with the rest of the group, putting distance between them and that dark, dark room.
The building smelled rank, even to his dulled nose. Rank, but familiar. It smelled like a hospital where the patients had been left to rot, sterile but putrefying. A wisp of imagined funeral flowers. A thing that skittered down the steps on all fours with no face under its long, dark hair.
The things that leaped on them in the stairwell were another class of demon, somehow more concrete, built to kill. He didn't even consider the firearm at his hip, not after what had happened outside. The pry bar he was carrying was already slick with fluid, and it made for an effective weapon at close range - but that meant letting the monsters come close, and when they looked this heavy and moved this fast, it was too risky to wait.
Luke was swinging his baton as Jack beat one back with a vicious crack to what passed for its skull. Then Luke started laughing, and pulled out his gun, and someone promised in Jack's ear that he would watch all of them die, that they would keep him, cold and still, pry his eyes open, let him see.
Running now, no other choice. He grabbed Evie as Luke grabbed Wren, and there was no time to even pull his gun. He followed his two mad friends, down, down.]