Web of rust and plastic
You had no idea about how long you had been running for but you knew that it had got to the point where your legs were aching, the amount of acid that was built up inside of them burning your muscles and making sure that every single step was agonizing to you in the process. You could hear it behind you, clicking and slamming against the walls, each of its limbs making snapping sounds as you turned another corner in a attempt to lose the beast, your eyes constantly glancing behind you to see the shadow of the beast whine you, it’s horribly twisted form looking even worse within the darkness. You looked down to see what you had managed to recover as you ran from the creature with your items consisting of a couple of medical items, a torch that was rapidly running out of power and a small knife that was utterly useless against what was chasing you. It all started when you got called to the town simply known as Silent Hill by an old family member who you had sworn died a coupl...