Zak sighed and looked at the clock, again, as continued through the tunnel into the sleepy town of Silent Hill. Already it was getting dark at four in the afternoon and the mist was descending from the mountains above them. Impatient with the seemingly never-ending tunnel Zak slammed his foot onto the accelerator and sped towards the light at its end.
Zak was an agent, of sorts, for the FBI. He did their dirty jobs and today he was doing one. A murderer was scheduled for execution the next day but the prisoner had escaped to Silent Hill and so it was Zak's job to make sure he made his appointment with the executioners. Zak had met the executioners in Silent Hill before, they rather creeped him out. Silent Hill had different laws to the rest of America when it came to executing prisoners, they were allowed to behead, hand and spear them to death as long as it happened in one move, which basically stopped them from torturing prisoners to death or slowly bleeding them to death.
Once he had arrived in the town itself Zak pulled up outside the Lakeside hotel, which had a good reputation but looking at it Zak thought otherwise. After collecting his bag Zak strolled through the grimy doors of the hotel. Inside it was freezing cold but Zak ignored it and walked over to the desk. The man behind it looked rather…dead. Zak thought of another word to describe him but none came.
"Green, Zak" said Zak to the dead-looking man who nodded and handed Zak a key from behind the desk. Zak took the key and walked up the stair until he reached the second floor. Once he found his room Zak unlocked it and stepped inside. The room seemed nice enough, well compared to the rest of the building. Zak walked over and tossed his bag onto the bed before removing his suit jacket and shirt. Once he had removed his shoes and socks Zak walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let it heat up. As the water splashed onto the plastic bottom of the shower Zak stood looking at his reflection.
He was twenty-four, he was six foot two and had shoulder length white hair which he always wore tied back. His eyes were a murky grey and his skin was perfect but very pale as he did most of his work at night. Rubbing his eyes slightly Zak removed the rest of his clothes and climbed into the hot shower.
After his rather brief shower Zak lay down on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Outside the fog was swiftly descending on the town.