Silent Hill 3 / Fear && Hunger

Heather eyes the gate of the Ancient Robot Graveyard , her spotter only a few paces behind her and recording all her movements on a game tablet , a radio full of streamers following along leaving encouraging messages like "Poggers!" and "Based" .

The sky dark and ominous , Heather clips her flashlight to the pocket of her vest , and climbs over the fence . Nearby , the local mall , filled with whatever those Moon-Scorched nightmares are , is filled with pockets of humans huddled in safe rooms , all of them watching the motions of their bravest scouts .

The functions of the mall were easy enough to pick up , hooking it up to the local bike generator shipping container to get the lights back on , but the Robot Graveyard was on another level . Filled with moonscorched monstrocities by day , it was only navigable by night , when the worst of the skin grannies had already been subdued . This made every incursion into its gates a life-or-death nightmare , for what remained would kill you worse than the merely-gruesome violence of the daytime . This meant that the graveyard was full of valuable scrap and data , especially compared to the picked-clean local mall .

The world of Shadows operates by a different physics than the world of the Light . Maps rearrange themselves , gaps become wider or narrower , monsters get from point A to point B with seemingly nothing connecting them at all . A doorway into a foreman s cabin could lead into a massive tower of blood and gore , disturbingly strange moans and screams echoing off the rust-caked corrugated metal walls . Look into a mirror in a washroom and the entire world could rearrange itself around you , stepping out into a suddenly safe and empty abyss of ash raining from the foggy sky like snow .

Amid the hustle and bustle , the clanging of loose steel cracking off and falling into the depths , the impossible twists and turns that make the world a navigable nightmare of misty grey days and impossible nights , there were other secrets to this world as well . Puzzles , keys , strange objects and items , circumstances where coincidence itself seemed to have been weaponized into rooms designed to soak up as much time as possible in a world where a violent death could stumble out of the darkness at any moment , dragging its next hapless victim by the hair .

There were strange, dreamlike qualities of these otherworlds as well , dream and nightmare alike , insane asylums with the writing not only written on the wall , but scored into it from the time of its construction . Rituals that must be done , blood that must be smeared in sigils , mirrors that must be stared into .

Heather looks at the room , this tiny pocket of safety she carved out for herself with her own fangs and claws , the pale light reflected in the narrowband trichrome of human vision . Beneath the door was a thin red line that glowed with some unseen vibrancy . As long as she didnt hear anything come piling out of the mirror in the other room , the deadbolts should hold against the floating brain bugs and moonscorched villagers .

Recently , she had found an animatronic crow s head , and had put it on herself at night , stripping down to her bare breast and going out purging , dragging a knife too big to be called a knife behind her .

She had seen the vision in a dream . Calling to her . Cawing to her . A million beetles pouring out from every surface , cleaning these halls of everything they could touch .

It had been some time since Heather had put on the crow s head , time enough to find body armour and to layer it on her like leathers , the air itself biting her ears and fingertips if she didnt . Slowly , surely , she was solving these puzzles , collecting the keys , mapping the gateways . She wondered about the ancient prophecies she had uncovered , about the delivery from evil , and that the incarnation of Hauhet would become like the Head of a Crow , and what that Crow would mean and represent in the impossible, viscious world wrapped around it like a horsehair blanket .

Tear the cloth ? .
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