fh_adventures | Silent Hill - Day 1

Morning in Silent Hill, West Virginia, doesn't change from day to day. It's always gray, it's always dusty, it's always -- wait for it -- silent.

Time stands still in Silent Hill. It's the seventies forever, from the rusted cars abandoned along the Nathan Avenue main drag, to the Charleton Heston double feature on the billboard outside the Rialto, to the dust-obscured Gordon Lightfoot poster in the window of the record shop.

No one's lived here for the last thirty years, except those few abandoned pets and police dogs that were strong enough to survive on their own, to breed and run wild. No one even visits except for the occasional check-in by the county police, a couple of search and rescue missions over the decades, a photographer or two.

Nothing changes. Nothing ever will.

Except.

Except if nothing ever changes, then why, as the dim light spreads through town, are there sixteen strangers lying in the middle of the road?

[OOC: OPEN! Warning, many icons, links, and...pretty much the entire adventure will be understandably squicky. Welcome to horrorland! (Today, though, the place looks normal, just abandoned and fire-damaged. There's no ash falling yet.)]
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"I hope there's enough for everyone." Something to put the boxes in would be nice, too; they weren't exactly going to fit in Francine's apron pocket. She rose to her feet and stood up to peer over the shelf towards the register, looking for bags. She saw paper ones, but many of them were ripped or crumbled. "This place looks like it's been empty for a a long time; I wonder if there's even anything to eat around here."

"We'll scrounge for food," she told Francine. Azula followed her gaze, "Looking for something to carry the boxes in?"

"Or food, if we find it. Or...anything, really." Francine patted the short apron tied around the waist of her jeans. "I was in the diner before here, so all I've got on me is my stupid useless phone, a pen, an order pad, and a pocket full of mints."

"All I have is what you see on me," she said. Azula looked around then hunted through the store and spotted what looked like food. "I found something."

"Is it canned?" Francine asked, following her. "Or in glass? Anything else would probably be--- ewww."

Someone just discovered the Spam shelf. Also, a roach (a plain old normal-size roach, but still, a roach) just crawled across someone's shoe. Someone wasn't sure which wrinkled her lips up more.

"Canned," Azula answered. "I don't see any, ah, here there are some food encased in glass."

Azula looked down then back up at Francine. "You do know you could crush that bug and it would no longer bother you."

"I don't want to crush it; I just don't want it on me." Which it wasn't anymore, but Francine still had a few residual shivers. "I'll see if I can find a can opener."

If she couldn't, well. Eww. Spam. Which came with its own.

"Will they be edible?" Azula wondered. "Judging from everything we've seen this town is not recent."

"The Spam will be," Francine called from the end of the aisle where the kitchen supplies were supposed to be. Oh yes, Electric can opener. Very helpful. "As edible as Spam ever is. Look for a date on the cans and jars - it'll say something like Best Before or Use By."

She took all the Spam she could find reading the 'Best Befores'.

"We also have to stock-up on medical supplies." Azula called out.

"Alcohol would be good if they have it. Not the drinking kind." Despite a certain kind offer from Mister Shunsui. "This place is so dirty that if anybody gets a cut or something...ergh."

"You're right," Azula agreed with a nod. "It would be good to disinfect any wounds acquired in this place."

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