Roy awoke with a start. The room smelled foul. The malignant odor seemed to be radiating from one of the corners of the room, Roy, oriented as he was, thought of this corner as the upper left. As his eyes adjusted, and the black speckles faded from his vision he stood. The others seemed to be just regaining consciousness too.
With a slight sway in his step, Roy made his way a couple of feet toward the offensive smell. As it grew stronger, his innards twisted and stomach acid attempted to climb its way up his throat. He could feel the walls of his stomach flexing in an out, and his eyes watered. His mouth opened, and he retched so hard, popped blood vessels appeared on his pale face. Roy gagged so hard his throat burned, and the black spots returned in front of his eyes.
The green man was leaning against the wall, his crusted and congealed organs spread out in front of him. Unspilt vomit lay in his mouth. The sides of his head were caved in, the cracks crusted with a grey matter. He was in an advanced state of decay. Fuzzy bits of unsuspecting white mold lay on his body.
Knife marks were everywhere, but no dried blood was near them. They had been inflicted after the man had bled to death. The damage on the corpse was enough to kill a normal person many times over. It was obvious the man had both shat and pissed himself either before or after dying. At one of his feet laid a note.
"~The Management",
was all it said, in purple ink. It seemed scrawled at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could see that it was written with a kind of precision. Like someone trying to disguise their handwriting. Roy bent down to pick up the note, but found that he did not have the resolve to.
Pyramid Head awoke to a familiar and somewhat comforting odor. The smell of a revenged, rotting body. He figured what he had experienced before was just some sort of realistic night terror, and that he must be back in Silent Hill. A smile spread across his lips before he opened his eyes, and saw the harsh reality of his situation through the small holes of his mask. He was still in the room, still with the creatures, and still waiting for something to happen, something that made sense. He made the decision to lay down and think.
Leon walked up behind Roy.
"How long were we out? This corpse looks…aged."
"It looks like it's been here at least two months." Roy said, putting his sleeve to his face to block out the rancid smell.
Arthur could only stare at the rotted heap of the green humanoid. He could almost feel the sheltered leans he viewed the world with cracking, and the fluid that is harsh reality seeping in. A cold feeling sent a shudder up his spine, and his legs turned to jelly.
Beside him, Elmo was just waking up. Arthur protectively turned the small red animal toward the wall, and gravely forbade him to look behind him. If Elmo saw the body…Arthur knew it would be bad for a child so young to see something so grotesque.
The Warden saw the body. He took in the sight of the rotting mess before him. He became stimulated. It would not be the first time he had murdered in his sleep. But, somehow he doubted his affiliation with the green man's death. There was no blood on him. No dried seamen on his pantleg. He slunk back into the corner, hoping to remain unseen.
On the table near the middle of the room, there was some bread, two loaves to be exact. And there was some water. Arthur took a little for himself and Elmo, telling him he could move now that the body had been covered by a furry thick rug that had been under an empty dresser.