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31_days2008-09-03 09:28 pm
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[September 3] [Silent Hill 4] Meat
Title: Meat
Day/Theme: September 3/prisoner's dilemma
Series: Silent Hill 4
Character/Pairing: Walter Sullivan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 469
Warning: Dark themes, reference to cannibalism
The room was always cold, with a film of water on the filthy stone. Leeches crawled over the walls and floor. At times he would try to kill them, but they were even more disgusting dead than alive so eventually he stopped.
He didn’t even know what he had done, to be put in here. When they told him to do something, he did it, and he never went too far from Wish House when he was playing the way Bob had done when they were younger. Bob was in here somewhere too, but they didn’t let him out to see. And there was no way he could help him, any more than he could help himself.
A guard knocked on the door, then opened it to shove some food through. It was Mr. DeSalvo, and Walter sat curled against the wall hoping the man would not strike him today.
“Don’t you ever wonder what kind of meat this is?”
Unsure what answer would earn him a kick, Walter said nothing.
“Well, let me put it this way, do you ever wonder what happens to you kids when you die?”
Walter was smart enough to put the equation together, but he just sat for a minute shaking his head and refusing to believe it.
“You don’t really think they’d spend money on beef for you kids, do you?”
That made only too much sense. Walter stared at the dish of food.
“You’ve been eating the food here for a long time, there’s no reason to stop now.” Mr. DeSalvo pushed the dish toward Walter’s bed with his foot. “Eat it, because I’m not bringing you any more and it would be more of the same if I did. Bob died a few days ago. Maybe he’s in there somewhere. ”
As soon as the door shut, Walter vomited on the floor. For months he had been eating the food here, not suspecting that even they were that disgusting, to feed him human flesh. He would never eat the food here again, even if it meant he starved to death. Starving would be better than eating-- He closed his eyes and tried not to vomit again.
Tears for his friend crept out from his eyelids. Bob had been one of the only people who had played with him; even among the Wish House population Walter was considered "weird." But he was overwhelmed with the thought of how he had been trying to fill his stomach all this time.
When he looked again, the food was still there by the bed. And he knew that eventually he would be too hungry.
Day/Theme: September 3/prisoner's dilemma
Series: Silent Hill 4
Character/Pairing: Walter Sullivan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 469
Warning: Dark themes, reference to cannibalism
The room was always cold, with a film of water on the filthy stone. Leeches crawled over the walls and floor. At times he would try to kill them, but they were even more disgusting dead than alive so eventually he stopped.
He didn’t even know what he had done, to be put in here. When they told him to do something, he did it, and he never went too far from Wish House when he was playing the way Bob had done when they were younger. Bob was in here somewhere too, but they didn’t let him out to see. And there was no way he could help him, any more than he could help himself.
A guard knocked on the door, then opened it to shove some food through. It was Mr. DeSalvo, and Walter sat curled against the wall hoping the man would not strike him today.
“Don’t you ever wonder what kind of meat this is?”
Unsure what answer would earn him a kick, Walter said nothing.
“Well, let me put it this way, do you ever wonder what happens to you kids when you die?”
Walter was smart enough to put the equation together, but he just sat for a minute shaking his head and refusing to believe it.
“You don’t really think they’d spend money on beef for you kids, do you?”
That made only too much sense. Walter stared at the dish of food.
“You’ve been eating the food here for a long time, there’s no reason to stop now.” Mr. DeSalvo pushed the dish toward Walter’s bed with his foot. “Eat it, because I’m not bringing you any more and it would be more of the same if I did. Bob died a few days ago. Maybe he’s in there somewhere. ”
As soon as the door shut, Walter vomited on the floor. For months he had been eating the food here, not suspecting that even they were that disgusting, to feed him human flesh. He would never eat the food here again, even if it meant he starved to death. Starving would be better than eating-- He closed his eyes and tried not to vomit again.
Tears for his friend crept out from his eyelids. Bob had been one of the only people who had played with him; even among the Wish House population Walter was considered "weird." But he was overwhelmed with the thought of how he had been trying to fill his stomach all this time.
When he looked again, the food was still there by the bed. And he knew that eventually he would be too hungry.