Prompt Entry
(This is technically my first RP entry for the shop, but not how I imagine Brody entering Silent Hill. So that in mind, read it with the knowledge that the following posts will be "for real".)
PinkHain's Prompt: You have woken up on cold pavement in the middle nowhere. The fog feels like a chilled sheet covering your bruised body, you turn your heard to take in your surroundings. Close to you, a bent and rusty pipe covered in scalp and hair. You continue to glance around and see tall stark buildings that almost encircle you like a prison. Small flakes of white ash dance above you resembling snow, hitting your face softly. You find the strength to pick yourself up and you instantly feel eyes on you from every building. You don't hesitate and you picked up the filthy pipe and hold it tightly with both hands. The fog you breathe in is so thick, that you can almost taste humid death within it. While standing there gathering your thoughts you hear mangled footsteps followed by rapid gurgling and screeching. You turn around to see a tall and bloated monster covered in a thick film scented of something unexplainable. It is coming closer to you and you are undetermined of its mood for it has no expression. You can only see its visible breath in the crisp air and the moistened steam off its corpulent body.
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Brody awoke, his head swimming and vision out of focus. He attempted to push himself upright but slumped backwards in a fit of agony. He glanced to his side and noticed a cylindrical metal object, bent at a slight angle near the top and coated in aging rust. He moved his hand slowly to adjust his glasses. Brody's arm (as well as the rest of his body) ached as though he'd received many bruises; however, no recollection of an injury came to mind. His vision began to clear, but the outlines of his surroundings did not improve greatly in sharpness.
Brody roused himself again, this time reaching a sitting position, and took a closer glance at what he could make out of his surroundings. There were many buildings in the vicinity, tall and gloomy, giving off the ominous feeling of incarceration. Now with keener senses, he attributed the blurriness of the area to a thick, noxious-looking pea soup. The fog felt chilly despite wearing a thick sweatshirt, and Brody could almost perceive an unsettlingly morbid taste as he drew in large gasps of air. Although the atmosphere was nippy, there was an unseasonable snow dancing about him. Brody turned his attention to a ghostly flake that floated aimlessly towards him until it landed softly upon his cheek. The cool, wet sensation he expected did not occur, and in its absence was a gray smudge of ash.
However, there was an audible shuffle of movement in the distance, and Brody turned his attention away from the mysterious flakes to focus on more important matters, such as survival. He leaned over and grasped the base of the pipe he'd spotted earlier in a feeble attempt to arm himself against unforeseen danger. The blonde man rose awkwardly to a standing position and tightened his grip on the base of his weapon. Upon closer examination, he could make out a thin layer of skin and hair covering the edge of the pipe. This tempted him to drop the pipe immediately in hopes he'd find a less grisly means of defense, but it was at that moment Brody heard an inhuman screech only a short distance behind.
With his heart racing, Brody turned sharply in the direction of the noise. Through the fog he couldn't distinguish the form of whatever produced the sound, but he detected a series of erratic footsteps followed by gurgles and screeches, indicating the thing was moving closer. His chest pounded louder, and Brody brandished his pipe threateningly (though he felt far less confident that the hunk of metal would provide adequate protection). Droplets of nervous perspiration formed across Brody's brow as the figure slowly approached.
The creature's faint outline came into view, and Brody could determine only its vaguest features. It was tall and wide, inhuman in shape, and bobbed about menacingly as it moved along slowly in his direction. "What... what is that?" Brody thought fearfully, confirming his suspicion that it was definitely not human. Before he could guess further as to the shapes identity, a peculiar smell seized his senses. It was a putrid stench bringing water to his eyes, but not associable with any other smell from memory. The odor seemed to originate from a thick film coating the monsters body, which also emitted a moistened steam. Brody observed the beast's visible breath in the crisp air appear with each exhalation from some unidentifiable orifice.
The sense of dread as he took in the creature's features began to overwhelm him, freezing Brody to the spot as the thing was now nearly a few arms' length away. It was at that point the monster charged, requiring Brody to react quickly or collide with the unpleasant bulges of its immense girth. Overtaken by instinct, Brody smashed the steel pipe across the creatures "head" with as much force as he could muster. The thing stumbled backwards, spurting blood and oozing more of the toxic film from the tear caused by Brody's swing. However, it soon caught its balance and attempted another ram in Brody's direction. Following the same actions as taken before, the young man whacked the creature full force. This time it fell backwards, briefly immobilized on the ground. Not giving it time to recover and overcome by adrenaline, Brody bludgeoned it repeatedly until the lumpy figure ceased its fidgety movements.
Brody backed away from the corpse, breathing heavily and his mind swimming as much as when he just regained consciousness. The blows caused his body to ache more acutely, and sapped the little strength he'd amassed since wakening. He peered reluctantly at the carcass, now unbearably reeking of the stench he smelt earlier. "My God... what is it?!" Still no answer came to mind other than using "it" as its own definition. A nauseous feeling rose from the pit of his stomach and he turned away from the repugnant cadaver. Brody suddenly became aware of a sharp burning sensation and instinctually dropped the pipe he was still griping. Some of the monster's ooze had adhered to the pipe and slowly dripped until it coated his hands.
"s**t!" Brody cried painfully while the clank of the pipe falling echoed amongst the hostile buildings. Brody smudged the corrosive gunk fervently upon his jeans until a noise caught his attention. Shuffling in the distance grew steadily in the direction of the monster's origin - this time there seemed to be more than one. With few options to choose from as he was now unarmed, Brody broke of into a run opposite the creatures' source, hoping to God he wouldn't encounter another thing along the way, and to find out just what the hell was going on.

