[ Alex doesn't even try to get into that space - he knows better. He's more likely to just get himself stuck, and like hell he wants that in Silent Hill. He peers under, but he can only see darkness, and calling to the kid doesn't bring any results. He frowns to himself, sits up, brushes dirt off his drying clothing and shivers in the cold. Silent Hill always feels cold, but it's worse now that he's wet.
His head snaps around at the creaking, instantly tense and alert. He watches the door warily as he climbs to his feet, sees it's conveniently ajar. It's always like this, being led down one path or another to the truth, or whatever else is waiting for him. At this point, he knows the game, as much as he hates it.
He takes a breath, fingers fumbling for a knife that isn't there, frown deepening when he remembers his lack of weapons. But he forces himself to shake it off, climb the porch steps and slowly push the door open. He doesn't cross the doorway, not yet, peering carefully around first. If something lunges out, he can at least slam the door shut as a makeshift shield and use the time to run. ]
Hello? Anyone here?
[ This hasn't been anyone's home in a long time. ]
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His head snaps around at the creaking, instantly tense and alert. He watches the door warily as he climbs to his feet, sees it's conveniently ajar. It's always like this, being led down one path or another to the truth, or whatever else is waiting for him. At this point, he knows the game, as much as he hates it.
He takes a breath, fingers fumbling for a knife that isn't there, frown deepening when he remembers his lack of weapons. But he forces himself to shake it off, climb the porch steps and slowly push the door open. He doesn't cross the doorway, not yet, peering carefully around first. If something lunges out, he can at least slam the door shut as a makeshift shield and use the time to run. ]
Hello? Anyone here?
[ This hasn't been anyone's home in a long time. ]