MidReal Story
Nightmare's Veil
Scenario: silent hill
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James Sunderland
central survivor, friends with Angela and Eddie, average build with dark hair, introspective and haunted.
Angela Orosco
survivor with a tragic past, friends with James and Eddie, slender with pale skin and long black hair, tormented yet resilient.
Eddie Dombrowski
uneasy ally in the nightmare, friends with James and Angela, stocky with unkempt blond hair, volatile and unpredictable.
Silent Hill, Maine
I woke up in a foggy town.
I didn’t know how I got there.
I didn’t know where I was.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn’t know what I was doing.
I didn’t know who I was.
I didn’t know who I had been.
I didn’t know who I would be.
I didn’t know if I would ever get out of there.
But I knew one thing: I had to try.
The town was dark and deserted, the only sound the echo of my footsteps on the pavement as I walked down the empty street.
The fog was so thick that it obscured my vision, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me.
It felt like I was walking through a nightmare, and at any moment, something terrible would jump out at me from the shadows and drag me into the darkness.
I had no idea how I had gotten there, no idea how long I’d been walking, or how far I had to go.
I didn’t know anything at all, except for that one thing: I had to keep going.
If I stopped, I was afraid that something terrible would happen.
The fog made it hard to see anything, but I could still make out the outline of buildings and other structures, looming out of the mist like silent sentinels.
The town was deserted, the only sound the echo of my footsteps on the pavement as I walked.
It was so quiet that it was almost as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
I tried not to think about it too much, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
The feeling of unease only grew stronger as I walked, but I didn’t know why.
I didn’t know where it was coming from, or what it meant.
It wasn’t like there was anyone else around for me to be afraid of.
As far as I could tell, I was the only person in the whole town.
But even though there was no one there, and nothing to be afraid of, I was still scared.
It didn’t make any sense, but then again, nothing did.
I had no idea where I was going, or why.
I had no idea what I was looking for, or why it was so important.
All I knew was that I had to keep going.
I had to keep moving forward, no matter what.
The journey through the deserted streets felt like it took forever, and by the time I reached the end of the road, my legs were aching and my feet were sore.
But even though I was tired and thirsty and hungry, even though my head was pounding and every muscle in my body ached, I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t know where I was going, or why.
All I knew was that I had to keep going.
That something terrible would happen if I didn’t.
That it was a matter of life and death.
The road ended in a dead end, with a tall brick wall on either side and a rusty iron gate at the end of it.
I tried to open the gate, but it wouldn’t budge.
It was locked tight, and no amount of pulling or pushing would make it open.
There was nothing else for me to do except turn around and go back the way I came.
But when I turned around, I realized that something was wrong.
The street looked different than it had before.
It was darker now, and colder, and a lot more desolate than it had been when I first started walking down it.
There were no lights on in any of the houses, and no cars parked on the side of the road.
But all I saw were empty streets and darkened houses.
And then I heard something.
A sound like a distant cry or an inhuman howl.
It was far away at first, but then it grew closer.
I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in short gasps.
I didn’t know what that sound was, or where it was coming from.
All I knew was that I had to get away from it.
That I had to get out of there.
I walked faster and faster, but no matter how fast I went, the sound just kept getting closer.
It grew louder and louder until it filled my ears with its terrible noise.
And then I saw something.
A figure standing at the end of the road.
It was hard to tell in the darkness and the fog, but I could see enough to know that it wasn’t human.
That it wasn’t anything I had ever seen before.
I didn’t stop to look at it too closely.
Instead I turned around and ran as fast as I could, desperate to get away from whatever that thing was.
But no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t seem to get any closer to the end of the street.
The road seemed to stretch on forever, disappearing into the darkness without a trace.
I didn’t know where I was going or how far I had left to go.
But I knew one thing: That thing at the end of the road was following me.
I could hear its footsteps behind me as I ran, getting closer and closer every second.
My heart pounded in my chest as I ran,
and my breath came in ragged gasps,
but there was nothing I could do about it
except run even faster
and hope that whatever it was
got bored and went away.
But after a while
I started to feel like
it wasn’t really there anymore,
and when I turned around
to look behind me
the street was empty
and there was nothing there
but shadows
I tried not to think about it too much,
or where it had gone,
or what it was doing.
I just kept walking,
one foot in front of the other,
as fast as I could
until I reached the end of the road
and found myself back at that same brick wall.
It was still there,
still dark and cold and forbidding,
and still locked tight.
There was no way through it,
no way around it,
and no way over it.
It was a dead end,
just like it had been before.
And I was trapped.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know where else I could go.
I had walked down that road for so long,
but now it was gone,
vanished into thin air,
like everything else in that terrible place.
It was gone, and there was nothing left.
Nothing but darkness and fog,
and shadows and silence.
I felt like I was being suffocated.
Like I was trapped in a prison,
with no way out.
The silence of the town was broken by a distant, mournful wail of a siren, and I quickened my pace, anxious not to be caught.
Though I could barely see a few feet ahead of me, I knew that this place was no longer safe.
If anything, it was even more menacing than before, if such a thing was possible.
At first, I thought I’d lost whoever—or whatever—it was that had been following me, but after a while, when I turned around and saw nothing behind me, only darkness and fog, I began to feel like it was still there, somewhere, even if I couldn’t see it anymore, or hear it, or feel its presence.
I didn’t want to think about it, or what might happen if it caught up to me, so I just kept walking, trying not to panic, trying not to think about anything else except for getting away from there as soon as possible.
It felt like hours went by.
The siren grew louder, and I knew that they were getting closer, even if I didn’t know who they were or what they wanted with me.
I didn’t want to find out.
I walked on, and on, and on, until the siren faded into the distance, and the only sound I could hear was the steady, ragged rasp of my own breathing.
The darkness began to close in around me, as if it was alive, and I was walking right into its jaws.
The fog was so thick now that I could barely see my feet, and I had no idea where I was going, or what was waiting for me when I got there.
But I couldn’t stop.
I had to keep moving.
I had no other choice.
The town was alive with some unseen force, a force that wasn’t on my side.
Windows reflected nothing but darkness, and the few streetlights I passed offered little protection against the pervasive gloom.
This was Silent Hill, and it was clear that I was no longer welcome here.
A chill ran down my spine, and I felt a sudden urge to turn around and run away as fast as I could, but I resisted.
It was just fear talking.
There was nothing out there
to be afraid of
I told myself,
even if I didn’t believe it for a second.
But what choice did I have except for walking onward,
not knowing where I was going
or how much farther I had left to go?
It felt like the darkness was closing in around me,
as if it was alive
and watching me,
waiting for the perfect moment
to strike
and swallow me whole.
It made it hard for me
to think about anything else,
or focus on where I was going,
but what else could I do?
If I stopped now,
if I let myself give into the fear,
and panic,
and despair,
then it would have won
and then there would be
no way out of here.
And I knew that wasn’t an option.
So I took a deep breath,
and tried to calm myself down,
and focused on one thing and one thing only:
getting out of here
