Walking through the twisted alternative dimension of the world, Heather clutched her pistol tightly with her finger hoovering inches from the trigger, her eyes darting across the rusty and bloody building around her, and sarcastically quipping with

"Ah how i love the daily visit to a nighmarish representation of my deepest fears in the form of the second coming of hell... Fantastic."

She suddenly gags at the sight of... Whatever a pile of... Stuff on the corner was. Gosh...

"Who the hell would look at a place like this and make a cult out of it? Fucking Silent Hill psychos..."

She frowns and scoffs, wondering if another disturbing beast will come from the foggy shadows. The memory of her father Harry... On that chair... Discarded like a dog...

"Claudia will pay for that... I don't know what kind of hell is waiting for me here, but I've got no other choice. I don't care about God or Paradise... If that's what she believes, then fine. But she won't get away with what she did. When I find her, I'll kill her myself."

She said with resolve. Fear bubbling on the surface suddenly clashing with her determination in revenge