Central Silent Hill (Foggy Side)

[mother_of_god]

[Tasks:
-Monster fighting! There are skinless dogs, pterodactyl things, and apelike dudes in abundance, and all sorts of stores to explore/loot.
-NPCs! If you want to talk to one, let me know. There's a policewoman around, though she doesn't know what the fuck, and a crazy woman who may know what the fuck, but hell if anyone can tell!
-Subplot! There's a police station with notes about the local drug trade. [I'll paste 'em in if your character wants to read them.] Also, ammo.]

Empty stores stretch for blocks, the fog and snow the only patrons. Whatever happened to all the people here, it looks like most of them had time to close up shop before diasppearing- gates are down, doors locked. Wide chasms cut through some of the streets, impossibly deep gouges in the earth. The city is dead.

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[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Maybe they won't notice them!

...Oliver has his right hand out just in case they do.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

No such luck- one turns at their approach, bounding forward toward Harry. The second follows soon after, aiming for Oliver.

BLAM. The first shrugs off the shotgun blast, tackling him.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver sucks in a breath, thrusts his arm forward and lets loose with a thin stream of Godflame - jerking to one side in an attempt to stay within his firing range yet not directly in front of the mysterious hunched figure.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Oliver's assailant misses, landing, burning, to one side. A grey, twisted form, resembling an adult human, but with a hideously marred face. It squirms and rolls in pain.

Harry shakes off the other one, shouting in pain as it sinks its teeth in his arm. Jumping up, he pulls out a length of pipe and bashes at it a few times before it can scurry away. He quickly switches to the gun again to finish it off from a distance.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

A short gasp is all the expression of horror Oliver allows himself. He keeps an eye on the figure to make sure it's out for the count - those zombies in the mall were rather tough to kill.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Well, it's moving. Harry obliges him by crushing its neck under his heel.

"My God... these things look almost human. What the hell is going on here?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

"I fought something similar, in a mall in Jefferson city. Everyone--" 'from this land' he'd been about to say, but does he really have time to get into alternate universes? "-- They were called zombies. I believe these are the same."

A glance around for crows.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

He almost laughs. "Zombies?!" Kicking the body over, he adds, "Well... I guess at this point I can't say anything. They don't look like normal zombies, though. And where are they coming from?"

Glancing around, he adds, "Police cruisers. Maybe there's a station around here? We could look for survivors." Harry Mason: eternally optimistic.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

"Usually there's some central power that creates zombies--" Oliver begins.

Oliver frowns a bit at the suggestion. "Perhaps you should go on and look for your daughter while I check for survivors."

Harry seems to be able to handle things well enough.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"All right. Hey, thanks. Good luck, all right?"

He doesn't head out immediately, though. First, it's time to strip off the jacket and deal with injuries! Using a convenient roll of bandages in a first-aid kit.

He's already used quite a bit already.