Re: log: luke & jack, silent hill
They had to move toward the apartments, so Jack tried to get his bearings by checking the buildings they were passing. They seemed to be at least heading in the right direction. The fog wasn't encouraging, but it was a good start.
Until the flicker of movement. What was that? It might have been just a piece of trash on the wind, but there was no wind, not here. It wasn't entirely quiet either - there were far off moanings, almost beyond hearing, the buildings around them creaking, and the subheard rumble of dying machinery.
There, though. Not a benign flutter of paper. He made out a leg behind the mailbox on the corner, then another leg, then a leg, then a leg, and no head. It was frozen now, if it had moved before at all, still as a spider caught crawling across a wall.
Jack thought he knew those long lean legs, spread wide and staggered. He looked over at Luke, tipping his head to the other side of the street. It wasn't moving. No sense picking a fight if they could avoid one.