Walter sitting in the rain as a prompt!
(Dude. It’s rain. I had to.)
The last thing he remembers is his Receiver of Wisdomstanding over him with a pistol pointing straight between his eyes. Henry hadsurprised him with a burst of will, unrelenting determination, as he skeweredGod and destroyed all hope that Walter had of returning to his mother. Hisreceiver was powerful, more powerful than Walter could have anticipated fromthe quiet and unassuming man.
It’s the memory of the quiet fire burning from the insideout of Henry’s soul that finally wakes Walter. He’s lying on a bench out in open air and it’s cold. Very cold. He blinks his eyes and sitsup, gripping the back of the seat for support as the world swims into viewaround him. He thinks he’s in Silent Hill, but can’t place where.
The distant sound of grunts and the unnatural shuffles tellhim he’s in the Other World, but where abouts, he cannot say.
When the rain starts, it startles him. A crash of lightningand the sky darkens immediately, the very colors around him change into morevivid versions of themselves and instantly, he’s drenched.
He’s sitting in the rain, on an unknown street in the middleof Silent Hill, but the strangest thing to him… was that he was completelyunharmed. Free from any pain, any stab (chop) wounds, any gun shots or otherbruises and cuts. His hair is matted down onto his face and neck and he feels…nothing. Nothing at all.
There’s a large corpse-like monster that walks by him. It’stall and its gaping mouth makes choking noises when it sees him. He stares atit, unmoved. The thing seems to decide that Walter isn’t a problem it shouldhave to deal with and begins to walk again, away from him. The sound of therain pounding against the buildings, ground and trees, along with the shuffleof the monster’s feet, hide the sound of the axe wielding prisoner that tiptoes towards the creature quick enough to catch it off guard and hit it once inthe leg to make it kneel.
Then three times in the head, to ensure the creature dies.
When it finally does, it dissolves, the edges a burningcinder as it ceases to exist.
The man looks over to Walter, who is watching him backthrough the hair that has partially obscured his eyes now. They’re both soakedto the bone and the man is trembling as he looks him over and says somethingthat Walter doesn’t quite catch.
He closes his eyes and gives a small smile to the sky,thanking The Mother for his new Receiver.