Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
log: luke & jack, silent hill
It took a few seconds to realize that what Luke had thought was snow wasn't actually snow, but he didn't comment on it. Silent Hill was death, it was nightmares and bad things; ash seemed fitting. And he didn't say, either, that he was pretty sure the sirens were inevitable. Cycles, the girl who'd been here before had said. They happened in cycles, the nightmare world and the fog one. This wouldn't last. "Yeah," was all he said, a shrug and nothing else.
He blinked some ash out of his eyes and pulled up his hood. They had to walk through the town to get to their destination, and he didn't like the feeling of being blind, hardly being able to see what wasn't right in front of them; it was like they were forced to take each step as it came. It was easy to be lulled into a false sense of security, boarded up buildings coming into view and more of the same empty streets, but he forced himself to stay on high alert.
There. Around a corner, he thought he saw a flash of movement. He didn't stop, didn't slow, but his eyes narrowed, and in his pocket his hand tightened around his knife.