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Been playing the Silent Hill 2 remake since it came out and today I was pleasantly surprised to wake up in my own Silent Hill.

#photography #nature #dead town #silent hill #fog #Netherlands

Name: Belle Black Age: 22 Birthdate: 25/06/1963 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Imitation Place of Origin: Holloway, Colorado During the Hour-Long Infection of Holloway in 1963, Belle Black was killed and replaced by a copy; this Imitation is imperfect, however, as she has trouble keeping the correct proportions. Despite an imperfect physical appearance, the Belle-Imitation recreated her memories and thoughts so perfectly that she is thoroughly convinced she is the real Belle Black, trapped amongst Imitations and Ghouls as the only human survivor, trying desperately to escape her macabre prison.

#belle black #dead town #imitation #paranaturaverse #original character #digital art

“In the summer of 4041 p.m.e, the Dover District was overrun by the Metalheads.

In a single night, a village with a population of approximately 130,000 people was wiped off the map due to the failure of its outermost shield-wall. Only 2/3 of the citizens residing there were successfully evacuated behind the new shield-wall; the remainder were strategically crippled and abandoned by the KG to slow the enemy, leaving an estimated 40,000 men, women, and children, to die.

The survivors that escaped were inducted into Relocation Camps, which quickly became the Haven City Slums; but due to the lack of resources caused by the city’s decade-long Lock-down, it was common knowledge that they could not, and would not, be properly cared for. Within the following year, another 30,000 would succumb to their injuries, sickness, starvation, murder, suicide…and even simply go ‘missing’, taken by the KG for some unknown purpose and never seen again.

The intentional failure of the Relocation Program was both a financial and practical success for the City, as the remaining survivors and unaffected citizens now had access to more space, Eco, rations, and resources.

In the wake of the injustices enacted upon them and their families, many joined together as the Underground under The Shadow, it’s enigmatic leader. The destroyed sector has come to be known as “Dead Town”, a toxic ruin that stands as an unquiet memorial to the Lost…

…And a reminder that though their existence was treated as less than cattle to those that preyed above, both from out and from within, that only humans had died that day. Humans capable of compassion, of courage…and of great and frightening change.

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Tess, post-Dead Town Disaster, chilling in the ruins. She’s still my favorite side-character from J2 and J3, so expect a lot more of her (and Torn!) for my future submissions.

hiked about two miles through a dead town in the mountains to get to a rickety little venue.

#photography #dead town #ghost town #fog #eerie #lights #about me

"Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy." Civita di Bagnoregio - 6/2/2018 Mine, don't repost.

#Italy #Italia #home #places #nice place #civita di bagnoregio #dead town #beautiful #medieval #beautiful photos #beautiful places #pic by me

Testo e traduzione: DEAD TOWN

https://youtu.be/Yd71fDdx3Wo

DEAD TOWN

I see your ghost, tell me what you feel, feel, feel,

It had no clothes, and was it real, real, real,

Oh – just behind the looking glass

Bottles breaking on my path

People staring at me all the time

Oh – sending shivers down my spine

Body’s aching, in decline

Just a little poison in my mind

I let this dead town swallow me down, down down, down down

She left me out, left me in a dark dogtown, dragged down, oh.

I’m letting go, follow me close, close, close

another law carry me home, home, home

Oh – just behind the looking glass

Bottles breaking on my path

People staring at me all the time

Oh – sending shivers down my spine

Body’s aching, in decline

Just a little poison in my mind

I let this dead town swallow me down, down down, down down

She left me out, left me in the dark, dragged down, dragged down

CITTÀ MORTA

Vedo il tuo fantasma, dimmi cosa provi, provi, provi,

Non aveva vestiti, ed era reale, reale, reale

Oh – appena dietro lo specchio

Bottiglie frantumate sul mio sentiero

La gente mi fissa di continuo

Oh – mandando brividi giù per la mia schiena

Il corpo duole, in declino

Appena un po’ di veleno nella mia mente

Ho lasciato che questa città morta mi ingoiasse, giù, giù, giù.

Mi ha lasciato fuori, fuori al buio, trascinata giù, trascinata giù, oh.

Lascio andare, segui mi da vicino, vicino, vicino

Un altra legge mi porti a casa, casa, casa

Oh – appena dietro lo specchio

Bottiglie frantumate sul mio sentiero

La gente mi fissa di continuo

Oh – mandando brividi giù per la mia schiena

Il corpo duole, in declino

Appena un po’ di veleno nella mia mente

Ho lasciato che questa città morta mi ingoiasse, giù, giù, giù.

Mi ha lasciato fuori, fuori al buio, trascinata giù, trascinata giù, oh.

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Letter

My little darling, how you've grown.. You were just a baby when your mother died, but when you became old enough, you were always asking questions about her. I would tell you about her love of plants and gardening. How we moved out into the forest because even being surrounded by natural growing trees made her happy. How she would take her knowledge of plants and make medicine and ointments, usually for me since unlike your mother, I couldn't recognize the poison ivy I picked for her. You took on her interests, you made your own garden, you grew plants I had never seen before. I was impressed, but I had suspected by then you would want to move back into town to make friends your own age. I suspected maybe you were trying to continue your mothers legacy at your own expense. So I took you into town with me for supplies, and let you see the other children. You were polite and greeted them, and I saw you watching intently, but stuck close by me. It seemed to be more disinterest than shyness. When we got home, I told you that it's ok if you don’t want to dedicate your life to gardening like your mother, you became upset right away. You told me you noticed some of the children were sick, and you wanted to make things to make them feel better. I didn't let you see me cry. You began doing more experiments with plants. I remember when you tried to create a homemade shampoo, and you accidentally dyed your pretty blonde hair a pure white. You came running to me crying, and I held you and told you that you are beautiful no matter what, and that your hair was the result of something YOU created, a visual cue that you are capable of things others cannot do, and even your mistakes can leave behind something stunning. I would never point out the looks from the townsfolk however. you were proud of your new color now, they were not so thrilled by something so ...unnatural. I'm so proud of the young woman you're becoming, You've become so talented, so capable. You run to me with excitement to show some new concoction, and when you are sad about a failure. You feel reliant on me, but I can see you are fully capable of handling yourself on your own. I never thought I would be proud to feel unneeded. I know you will be fine on you own without me around I love you, my Jacqueline. ****** It's been six years since you died. I keep the letter you wrote to me on a drawer where I keep my most prized possessions, along with the sheers mother left behind (when I don't have them on me, since I use them almost daily) Your death was hard to deal with but it drove me even stronger to work on brewing up a cure for those who have the same sickness I eventually discovered took both of my parents. As I would go into town, I would see less children playing over the years. Not because they grew up, but because they never had the chance too.. Others in the village look at me with fear or disgust. I hear whispers sometimes that I am somehow the cause of the deaths. Its all just nonsense. I don't care what they think of me. All that matters is helping as many of them avoid the pain of loss like I have. No matter what they think of me, I know better than to think they deserve that. As I head home with my supplies, I start getting excited. I'm positive I've finally found out how to brew the cure. I hug my bag tightly as I think about all the years of work finally coming to a happy end, and while I don't NEED it, maybe I'll gain some admiration from the townsfolk, and they wont look at me the way they do. I thought I had heard a rustling behind me, but I'm sure it was just an animal in the woods. Nothing can ruin this perfect day. I wake up, head pounding. I try to remember what happened. I was just finishing up my cure, it was going to be a success! But then I heard voices outside. Angry voices. Then I smelled the smoke. I tried to run outside but they had boarded the doors and windows! I screamed for help, I asked why they were doing this, all I heard back was laughing and I made out the word "witch". Smoke filled my home, and I couldn't breathe. I passed out. And then... wait. Where am I now? It's dark.. I try to sit up but my head hits something low. I feel around and come to a realization. I'm in a coffin. they must have thought I had died. I try pushing up on the lid and I can only imagine my face turned as white as my hair. It's nailed shut. and I could feel there much be weight on top, barely buckling the lid down. I've already been buried. At first I can't believe it. then I slowly start to accept I'm not dreaming, I panic. I scream til my throat burns and I'm hoarse. I claw at everything I can till my fingers bleed. Then I become aware of how quickly my panic is sealing my fate even further. I'm running out of oxygen. I can feel the world slipping away from me. I know my time is soon, and as I close my eyes and take my last breath, all I can see in my mind is your burly face, with those gentle eyes. Perhaps I'll get to see you soon, dad..

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