Mona tries to escape.
She had to run. It didn't matter where; she just had to run. Where could she, though? This room was sealed. The only way out had disappeared behind her. She was stuck now with no place to escape.
She thought so, at least. As her eyes darted around the room to frantically search for an exit and to avoid looking at the disgusting creature in front of her, Mona caught sight of what looked to be a hallway that had formed across from her. She had long since stopped wondering how something like that could happen, thoughts shifting to how she'd be able to make it past her father to reach it.
The scorching fluids splashed against the ground directly in front of her, smoke rising up off the floor where it made contact. He was too close to hesitate any longer. Almost as if her body moved on its own, Mona made a sprint for the left side of the room to try and dodge around the monster.
He had been moving slowly up to this point, filling her with the closest thing to confidence she could muster when thinking about this plan. And for once, this almost went off without a hitch. As she expected, the creature was too slow to pounce on her as she slipped by.
He did, however, have ample time to turn his head and stab at her with the metal protrusion, sticking it nearly all the way through the chair leg she raised to defend herself. As it was yanked from her hands, the fluids splattered against her coat, boring holes into the leather.
Scrambling around and keeping herself from tripping by the tips of her fingers, she sprinted for the darkened hallway. She barely registered the sound of the monster turning around to pursue her, senses shutting down in all but the most basic of ways from fear and adrenaline.
Following the hallway revealed it to be a sprawling maze of twists and turns. She had no idea which way to travel or what else could possibly be lurking down the path, running aimlessly as fast as her legs could carry her. All she knew for certain was that anything she found along the way would be preferable to standing around and waiting for her father to catch up to her.
She couldn't say exactly how long she'd been running, just that there seemed to be no end to this place. Not even a wall to hamper her progress and force her to turn back yet despite how many branching paths she'd encountered. She could have been going for a few minutes or a few days for how little meaning time seemed to have now. Endlessly running just like always.
To make matters worse, she could still hear him coming for her. It didn't matter how much faster she knew she was or how far she'd gone, the sound of his limbs slapping the ground and the metal shooting from his throat always seemed to be right behind her. Something had to give eventually.
That something happened to be her legs, foot slipping out from under her as her gait grew more and more uneven and ragged to coincide with the exhaustion setting in across her body. Hitting the ground hard, she fell over herself several times before coming to a stop.
Her glasses had fallen off during the tumble, forcing her to reach wildly into the darkness to try and retrieve them before her pursuer finally caught up. Feeling around ever more urgently as the sounds grew closer, she eventually managed to slap her glasses further from her.
Crawling towards them, she finally encountered a dead end like she'd dreaded. What could she do now? Did she have time to retreat and find a new way? It's not like she was paying attention as she ran. Another path could be any distance away from her by now. Either way, the thought of running face first into the monster was paralyzing on its own, convincing her to stay here regardless of how foolish that seemed and reluctantly stand her ground.
Putting her lenses back on her face did reveal something of interest. In the center of the gray, stony wall was a gap. Just as dark as the rest of this maze, whatever it led to was impossible to determine. Despite this uncertainty, the now-deafening sounds of the monster approaching were enough of an argument to try and slip through.
At first, she found it impossibly tight. There was now way she could actually make it through. She had to, though. It was that or try to fight off her father without so much as a pillow or a locked bedroom door to keep him away.
She was forced to discard her jacket here, stuffing the guns she'd collected into the sides of her pants along with her phone and attempting to slide through the opening once more. Despite the scratches the rough pathway was no doubt leaving across her skin, she just barely managed to wedge herself inside and slowly shuffle her way deeper into the maze.
Like before, she had no way to know where this would take her. However, the sounds of the creature seemed to grow fainter the further she managed to go. That had to be a good sign, right? It had to be. She had to believe that it was. Anything would be better than facing him again.
As seemed to happen quite often around here, she was proven wrong almost immediately. Seeing the tiniest pinpricks of light at the end of the tunnel, Mona continued on with renewed vigor quickly enough to find herself falling through a white closet door.
Pulling herself up off the ground, the place where she'd come from had predictably vanished. All that was left was a white wall and several small dresses in a number of colors hung up above her. That was the first sign that something was very, very wrong here.
The next came as her mind focused itself on her surroundings. It was all as she remembered it being. There was the brown dresser that always seemed so towering, hefty gray television sitting atop it. There was the tiny bed in the corner with its abundance of pillows and sunflower yellow blankets. There was the tiny end table next to it, the small drawer attached no doubt containing all the secret treasures from the past shoved into the back. There was the door that opened into the rest of the house, golden knob set to the locked position for her safety.
This was her room. And that only meant one thing.
It's about time we got back to this. Mona must have been running for a long time while we were away.
It's a scary time of year for everyone, not just the people of Silent Hill. Stay safe out there.
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