Zak continued down the path that had once been hidden behind a wall. As he continued down the path it became much colder; he must have been nearing sea-level. After a while he reached a steel door, he pressed his hands against it and found that it too was cold. Zak twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. He emerged in a small square room which contained a desk, a table with a box upon it and another door. Zak picked a file up off the desk, the header said Toluca Prison. Zak tossed the pad back down and looked around So this is the infamous Toluca Prison Zak thought. He went over to the box that lay upon the table and opened it; it contained a master key. After pocketing the key Zak left the room. In the next room there was a large hole in the floor, Zak looked down but it was too dark to see anything. Zak sat on the edge and lowered himself as far as he could and then, after a moments pause, let go.
Authors Note: If you are playing Silent Hill 2 whilst reading this I must warn you that it does contain spoilers because this is the exact path James takes in Silent Hill 2, just thought I would let you know!
Zak fell for a few seconds until he hit the ground hard. Zak felt around for his torch which he had dropped. Once he had located it he activated it and swept the area with its white beam of light. He knew that he was out in the lake, on a small island on which the prison was situated. He looked up but could not see the top where he had dropped from, the small room he was in seemed to be a well; except for the steel door. Zak walked up to it and twisted the handle before slamming his shoulder against it opening his path to the next room. Zak stepped into the next area and his feet were instantly submerged in cold water.
"Oh, how brilliant!" he said sarcastically "James you have a lot to answer for" Zak sloshed forwards through the water towards another door. Zak stepped out of the cold water onto a small step. There was something in the air which made Zak continuously look back; he did not feel safe, not in the slightest. Turning back to the door Zak twisted the handle and pulled it towards him before stepping through it.
Zak walked forwards to the next tunnel of darkness that stretched even further into the depths of the prison. Zak stood on its edge and looked down into the obscure darkness. There was something mesmerising about it.
Zak stood there rocking backwards and forwards slightly on his heels as he thought about his past. Suddenly he tipped too far forwards, unprepared for the fall he reached out desperately to catch something but it was too late. His flailing figure vanished into the darkness of the prison as many detainees had done before him.
Zak Green, a bounty hunter for the FBI; a pillar of strength and technique hit the ground with a dull thud. He lay there, groaning in pain as he tried to get back to his feet. At first he found it impossible, the fall had knocked all of the wind out of him. After two minutes of hard breathing he dragged himself to his feet, he was in a small room; its use was only for the arrival of prisoners. After scooping up the bag Zak opened the door and stepped through into the prison's main building. He emerged in a cafeteria, he locked the door behind him using the master key; he still felt uneasy and so did not want anything surprising him from behind. The cafeteria was in a shambles, if there had still been prison officers here they would not have let this happen. As Zak walked towards the door he noticed a dead body which was lying against a table top; it looked like someone had shot him in the back of the head. Cowards Zak thought; he had never shot anyone in the back.
Zak continued through the prison, he knew the layout of the prison; the blueprints were in Washington. Zak emerged into a large garden area; this place had not been in the blueprints. It was freezing cold and had an air of death about it; in fact the entire prison area had a cold air about it. Slowly Zak moved through the garden towards the centre. When he reached the heart of the garden he was unsettled to see a set of gallows. He stood there looking up at the gallows with a fearful feeling in the back of his mind. What a god forsaken place this is, how can they justify using such barbaric ways of execution, I must admit some of the people that come here deserve death but not like this Zak though. Turning on his heel Zak returned to the prison. The bounty hunter continued through the prison, past the cells of deceased inmates and past quarters of no-doubt deceased wardens. In one room Zak found another passage downwards into darkness. The hunter sat down on its edge and wondered what it must have been like for the people in the prison. They knew that they were going to die, more likely sooner than later, and they knew that they would have to choose the way they perished. Never in his past had Zak been disturbed by what he had seen or heard; he had killed many people in pursuit of his goal but the prison, its air of mortality, shook him down to his core. He felt cold tears slide down his face as he imagined himself in the place of the prisoners.
Casually he withdrew one of his silver pistols and removed the silencer. Zak pointed the gun at himself; the barrel of the pistol reminded him of the tunnel he was sat on the edge of. Zak pulled the trigger with no regret for killing himself. A snap echoed out as the pistol jammed. Zak opened his eyes and started What the hell am I doing? he thought. He quickly repaired the pistol before pointing the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. The crack was tremendous in the small white room; the muzzle flash was as bright as the sun. Bits of tile were sent flying as Zak shot them. He looked at the smoke which curled around him. He smiled to himself before re-attaching the silencer and then dropped into the darkness. I cannot let this darkness win, I am stronger than any of my emotions he thought as he fell and landed on his feet a few meters down.
Calling upon the aid of his torch again Zak examined the small room he was in. It seemed to be a small square of holding cells; no doubt for the most dangerous of prisoners. The room was tiled and had five doors; four of them were prison cells and the set of double doors no doubt led somewhere else. Zak approached one of the doors but got a strong smell of something rotting. Zak guessed it was an inmate and so stepped back. He had no reason to search the cells and so continued onwards through the double doors. He emerged in a mortuary. There was a body on a table in front of him, the room was decorated with alcoves into which bodies had been placed, sometimes there were three or four bodies in a single alcove. The air in the room stunk of rotting flesh and so Zak quickly passed through another set of double doors into yet another chute room. In this one a body lay by his side on a steel hospital bed near the edge. The chute wall was splattered with dried blood and other disgusting fluids. Zak went over to the bed and unlocked the wheels before wheeling the body over to the edge of the abyss.
"I'd rather you take the fall" Zak told the body before shoving it off the edge. He heard the hospital bed hit the ground; it was not very deep this chute, so why is it so dark? he wondered. Someone came through the door behind him, someone big. Zak whirled around to see the Pyramid-headed figure that was depicted in the picture on the surface. They stood face to headdress; neither moved they merely faced each other. As though someone was cleaning a dirty window in his mind Zak finally understood who this Pyramid-Headed figure was.
"Executioner" Zak whispered. The executioner took a step back and prepared to do its job. Zak looked down at the great knife it carried. The screeches the knife made, as the executioner dragged it backwards across the floor to get more range for the strike, seemed to be shrieks of pleasure; as though it knew what was going to happen next. The sinister squeals of excitement from the knife reverberated around the small stone room as the executioner swung its knife forwards; the sharp edge coming forwards to finally end Zak's life of murder.
At the last minute Zak stepped backwards off the edge, narrowly avoiding the blade. As he fell backwards he withdrew his pistols and shot Pyramid-Head many times before he had fallen too far to be able to see it. He backflipped in mid air and landed on his feet, many feet below. Zak looked up; the executioner was looking down at him but not following him. Zak raised his pistol and fired once knocking the executioner backwards out of sight with a loud clang as the bullet hit its metal headdress. Zak smiled to himself as he reloaded his pistols.
"You're not the only one who has empathy with death!" Zak shouted up to the inhuman executioner. "We are alike" he whispered as he turned and walked towards the elevator that was at the end of the hall he was now in.