With the entire hotel flooded and in silence Zak Green had a much higher chance of tracking his quarry who moved somewhere in this perverted version of a hotel. As silently as he could, whilst wading through waist high flood waters, Zak moved towards a door which stood ajar; it moved ever so slightly due to the small current created. With his hands almost numb from the water Zak reached out and pulled the door open. The wooden door led into a bar which was in darkness, just like the rest of the hotel. The floodwaters must have shot the electrics Zak thought as he moved around the bar and through the back door. The next room had no windows and so was pitch black. As Zak moved through the room the current he created by his movement shut the door behind him leaving him completely in the dark as no light could reflect from the bar.
"Damn" Zak cursed as he fished out his torch. He activated it and it shone an eerie orange. Hmm…low batteries Zak mused as he shook the torch before banging it against his palm. Seeing as the age old method of hammering it did not work Zak decided to give it up and use the rapidly depleting torch to cut a swathe through the ever enclosing darkness.
He seemed to be in a kitchen of sorts, he quickly withdrew his gun; it was a comfort thing. A door handle glittered and so Zak naturally made his way towards it. A piercing ring echoed through the small room startling Zak half to death. He slapped his hand against his chest; it was his mobile phone!
"Yeah?" he quickly said after he had retrieved it.
"Go…back" a female voice, heavy with distortion and white noise, told him "Please, Zak…just go back!"
"Who is this?" Zak enquired.
"Please!" sobbed the caller "Go back…don't go any further!" then the call was cut short leaving Zak with a silent phone. When he checked his call log it told him that he had not had a call in days, he did not even have any signal to retrieve a call.
The bounty hunter continued through the dark waves through another door out of the kitchen. He emerged in a flooded, dark corridor. At the end of the hall a door slammed closed and so Zak began to run towards it. In waist high water running was near impossible but Zak tried his best. The door handle of the door was very warm but Zak pulled it open anyway. He stepped into a hallway where flames snaked their way up walls and across the staircase. Behind him the door slammed closed but Zak barely heard it over the tremendous roar of the flames. When he finally saw no way through beyond the flames Zak turned back to the closed door. Zak reached out and turned the door knob with a loud click and then he pushed the door open. Instantly he was flooded by cold water again but he was now in a different room; he was at a small steel staircase that led upwards. Zak quickly scaled the stairs up to the third floor where he crashed through another door and out into a burnt-out third floor.
The smell of burnt wood hung heavily in the air as Zak pushed onwards through the burnt-out hotel floor. Zak continued through the greying hallways until he reached a red-steel door. Precariously Zak proceeded through the door into a freezing cold square concrete room. A large set of double steel doors stood to his left but Zak felt insecure just looking at them. Ahead of him nine-red squares were attached to a wall in a square. Staring at them made him feel nauseous for a few seconds until everything began to swirl and Zak fell onto his backside with a large thud. The pain accompanying the fall shook him from his dreamy haze and gave him new courage.
Zak turned to face the double doors without fear or qualm and proceeded onwards, through the doors into a large room. The room stunk of dried blood, but that was not what got Zak's attention. Two of the smaller Pyramid Head's had been skewered by their own spears; directly below the headdress. Black blood slid down the spear and congregated in pools. Zak swiftly past them and went through the door on the left ahead of him. The bounty hunter emerged in a long concrete hallway, far in the distance Zak heard a clang rattle outwards. Intrigued by the sound Zak began to sprint down the corridor which seemed without an end. When he finally reached its conclusion he was fearful to open the door; this was the end or could be the end of this entire bizarre mission, did he really want it to end?
Cautiously Zak proceeded through the door, he emerged at the bottom of a large stairway which circled above him to dizzying heights. A gunshot echoed out far above him and so Zak set off quickly. Mist had made the stairs slippery but Zak's shoes managed to compensate. Further and higher Zak ran, the mist was getting thicker but it did not deter Zak. On one corner Zak slipped and crashed against the next flight of stairs. Pain rippled through him but Zak pushed onwards going even higher; far above the hotel and anywhere else in Silent Hill.