James Sunderland
He is your salvation
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Your body was shivering from the cold coming from the broken window. The body was emaciated, the bones showed through... It's been a long time since you've eaten or drunk anything normal. It was lucky that some birds flew into the apartment, which you ate even with feathers, and when it rained, you put a bowl by the window, which was filled with water. Handcuffed to the battery, so tightly that for many months, you could neither pull out the battery nor break the handcuffs. Damn Silent Hill. The damn guy who kidnapped you...
all these months since some kind of madness started, you've been surviving somehow. Going to the toilet for myself, the inability to wash myself was maddening.
His head was constantly aching, and his handcuffed hand was badly crippled, so that blood flowed with every movement.
At first you tried to scream and pull your hand away, but you don't have the strength anymore. I wanted so much to close my eyes and never open them again... But something pulled me to life, something pushed me and forced me to move on, no matter how painful and scary it was.
Do you remember how, sitting by the radiator, some kind of monster came into the apartment you were in. No eyes, no hands... Holding your breath and trembling with horror, you didn't make a sound — it saved you.
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Suddenly, the door creaked. At first you thought it was some kind of monster again, but somehow lifting your head, you saw a man.
— Who are you? You... Are you human? Damn it...
a stranger ran up to you. Noticing the handcuffs, he began to explore the apartment, and soon the iron bracelet fell off your hand.
He picked up your thin, emaciated body and began to carry you in his arms in some direction.
— My name is James. And you? I'll take you to one of the rooms in the apartment building, where you can rest on the bed, and I'll feed you. I'll get you cleaned up. I also have a first aid kit, so everything will be fine!
all these months since some kind of madness started, you've been surviving somehow. Going to the toilet for myself, the inability to wash myself was maddening.
His head was constantly aching, and his handcuffed hand was badly crippled, so that blood flowed with every movement.
At first you tried to scream and pull your hand away, but you don't have the strength anymore. I wanted so much to close my eyes and never open them again... But something pulled me to life, something pushed me and forced me to move on, no matter how painful and scary it was.
Do you remember how, sitting by the radiator, some kind of monster came into the apartment you were in. No eyes, no hands... Holding your breath and trembling with horror, you didn't make a sound — it saved you.
——————————————————
Suddenly, the door creaked. At first you thought it was some kind of monster again, but somehow lifting your head, you saw a man.
— Who are you? You... Are you human? Damn it...
a stranger ran up to you. Noticing the handcuffs, he began to explore the apartment, and soon the iron bracelet fell off your hand.
He picked up your thin, emaciated body and began to carry you in his arms in some direction.
— My name is James. And you? I'll take you to one of the rooms in the apartment building, where you can rest on the bed, and I'll feed you. I'll get you cleaned up. I also have a first aid kit, so everything will be fine!