West Island Coastline

Bruce stands out on the edge of the water, and contemplates the distance. The opposite shoreline is in sight. On Earth, it'd be an easy swim.

It'd be an easy swim if it were safe, that is- allowing for tides, allowing for predators. It'd be awfully easy to be eaten or swept out to sea or whatnot.

Still, he could probably do it. If the other guy were here to intervene, it'd be no trouble whatsoever. But what would that mean, if it did come true?

And why risk it?


Silence

So, there's something here he half remembers, have half-decided to forget. It's a part of town more shadowed than the rest, all grim and quiet, not tropical, not- not right.

Bruce stands at the edge of little Silent Hill and shivers, at a sound that almost catches his ear. Is it- a siren?

And then behind him comes the sound of footsteps. He turns over his shoulder and sees something running at him.

Monsters don't have a way off the island, and doors are still opening. Opening right now in some cases.

Bruce curses, and sets off at a sprint. Whether or not the other guy is coming out to help, he can't sit back and do nothing.