Zak dropped off the ladder and landed with a loud splash in yet more cold water.
"Oh my god!" he laughed "What the hell is going on here?" he strolled through the cold water trying to ignore the iciness of it. He heard splashing footsteps coming towards him from a bend up ahead. His torch was off and tucked away safely which meant he could not see very well but luckily whatever was moving could not see him either. There was faint shafts of light from somewhere, just enough to give Zak a faded view of the area ahead of him. Another Pyramid Head, roughly the same size as the one he had just killed, reached the corner and looked left then right. Zak was hidden in shadow and so it could not have spotted him, could it? Pyramid Head turned and began to walk down the corridor Zak was in. Zak remained still; maybe it would miss him if he did not move or make a sound. The executioner got level with him but strolled past him towards the ladder. When it reached the ladder if froze and tilted its coned head to one side. Zak tensed Get ready to run he thought. Zak bolted before the executioner could move, after one step Zak was going to stop just in case it was not coming after him but when he had moved he had created a loud splash. The executioner whirled around faster than Zak would have expected but he continued to run as fast as he could. He heard a whistling and rolled sideways. The spear, hurled by the executioner caught Zak by the elbow sending a fresh wave of pain spreading through his right arm. He did not stop; instead Zak continued to sprint into the darkness. There was a door up ahead and so Zak made a run for it. He could hear the echoes of splashing as the executioner came running after him. I must have really pissed them off Zak thought, he had never seen an executioner run before, in fact he had never seen any of the monsters run before. Zak crashed through the door before slamming it behind him.
Zak stepped away, facing the door, but there was no sound from the other side of the door. Behind him there was another and so Zak quickly exited through it. By now he was bleeding rather profusely from his elbow wound, after noticing this Zak patched himself up as best he could before continuing. He seemed to be in yet another house, this one was set out just the same, wooden walls and dirty floors. Across one door there was newspaper clippings Odd Zak merely through as he walked towards it. Roughly Zak shook the handle but it would not open. He slammed his shoulder against the door but it remained fixed. Drawing one of his guns Zak shot the lock but the bullet ricocheted off.
"What the hell?" Zak said out loud. Zak continued through the building and into another room. This room contained five hanging bodies wrapped in death shrouds. Each one had a cloth with something written on it covering their faces. Zak went over to one; the story told him that the person had been an arsonist. The being screamed startling Zak. He stumbled backwards crashing against the fence. The hanging person began to thrash around whilst making choking noises. Zak, scared almost to death, drew his pistol and sunk a couple of shots into the hanging person when the others began to fearfully scream, or shout and thrash about. Zak ran for the door and threw himself out into the hallway before slamming the door. Instantly the screams and shouts were cut short. Zak sat there, back to the door, head against his knees. His breathing was short and panicked What the hell happened in there? he thought to himself.
Once he had calmed down enough Zak got to his feet and exited through the other door. Again he was in a hallway with two turns when he reached a ladder and a door, with his gun out Zak twisted the doorknob and stepped cautiously inside. This room looked just the same as the one with hanging people, it even had the ropes it only lacked bodies. Zak walked into the centre of the room and looked around, the room felt warm.
"I'm gonna kill you!" someone screamed. Zak whirled around to find no-one there. A cacophony of hatred screams and fearful cries began to fill the room. Zak collapsed to his knees, hands over his ears as he tried to drown them out. He ran for the door but found it locked. A laugh echoed through the cries
"Not so easy is it?" a female's voice shrieked in his ear. Zak slammed himself against the door, going straight through the brittle wood. Just like in the other room all the voices came to a stop once he was outside. He lay there, tears streaming down his face, fear coming off him in waves whilst shaking like a leaf.
Still shaking, Zak got to his feet and went over to the ladder. He dropped off it a few feet down and landed in yet more cold water with a splash. Ahead of him there was a gate to his right and a door straight ahead. Zak knelt in the water before plunging his head into it. The cold water seemed to rip his fear right out of him and distil his shaken soul. When he brought his head back up his pupils were wide, only a light blue corona of his iris was visible, as though something was eclipsing his humane side, the part that made him feel guilty.
Zak walked forwards, through the freezing water which barely covered his feet. The gate was open but Zak ignored it and proceeded towards the door. He found it unlocked and so stepped inside. He recognised the room; it was the room that the woman Maria had been in. When he stepped inside he saw her body lying on the bed. Slowly he walked over to her; it looked like she had been beaten to death if anything. One side of her head was badly bruised ad blood had created a small puddle by her side. Zak sighed and turned before leaving the room, he did not care about who or what had killed her; he was solely concentrating on James Sunderland. Zak proceeded through the gate and up another ladder out into a large grassy area.
Many gravestones stuck out of the ground; after all it was a graveyard. Zak walked past the stones without paying much attention to them. At the far left of the graveyard there were three open graves; most likely awaiting bodies provided by the executioners. Zak walked over to them and began to read from right to left. The far right belonged to a man named Eddie Dombrowski; Zak had no idea who he was. Zak started when he saw who the central grave awaited; Angela Orosco Is it the woman I met? I never got her last name Zak thought, he knew it was her something inside him told him. He smiled when he saw the final grave; James Sunderland.
"This is one grave that will be filled" Zak told the headstone. Zak paused; there was no bottom on James' grave. Zak dropped into it without a second thought. He was in a mist filled tunnel
"More tunnels! How exciting!" Zak shouted sarcastically at the roof. After sighing and pulling the strap for the bag further up his shoulder Zak began to jog into the depths of the tunnel; he did not really care where it went as long as James ended up in his designated hole. As he reached the end of the path, marked out by a blood-red door, Zak wondered why his name had not been carved upon a gravestone. Because I'm an executioner, not an executed Zak thought. He shook his head and opened the red door.
He emerged in a freezer room. Bodies littered the floors while pistol-smoke still hung in the air. After years of being in an occupation that involved guns Zak could recognise the smell of gunpowder anywhere. There were droplets of blood all over the floor, along with shell casings. Zak opened the double doors into a larger freezer area. Here there were many hanging bits of meat but Zak merely walked past them. There was a body not too far away. Zak walked over to it; it was the body of an overweight man who had been shot dead. In his hand there was a revolver which was spent of all its ammunition. Zak heard the doors open behind him and so ran and hid behind a bit of hanging meat. Two of the smaller executioners appeared, they were unarmed. They both walked over to the dead man and lifted his body off the ground; one took his arms the other took his legs. Swiftly and silently the two took the large male's body out of sight and back through the double doors. Eddie Dombrowski? Zak questioned in his mind. There was a set of large bay doors at the end of the room. Zak walked over to them and hauled one of the large steel access doors open before stepping out onto the misty dock.
Zak took a few minutes to look out at the lake; it was a beautiful sight. With all the fog it made Silent Hill all the more mysterious not that it needs it, this place doesn't make any sense anyway Zak thought smiling ever so slightly. He walked down the dock and found a rowing boat moored there. If James went this way then wouldn't he have taken the boat? he mused. Silent Hill makes no sense, remember? Just take the boat and find him he thought. Zak stepped off the dock and into the boat carefully and began to row towards a bright light in the distance.