Walter sitting in the rain as a prompt!
(Dude. It’s rain. I had to.)
The last thing he remembers is his Receiver of Wisdom standing over him with a pistol pointing straight between his eyes. Henry had surprised him with a burst of will, unrelenting determination, as he skewered God and destroyed all hope that Walter had of returning to his mother. His receiver was powerful, more powerful than Walter could have anticipated from the quiet and unassuming man.
It’s the memory of the quiet fire burning from the inside out 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 sits up, gripping the back of the seat for support as the world swims into view around him. He thinks he’s in Silent Hill, but can’t place where.
The distant sound of grunts and the unnatural shuffles tell him he’s in the Other World, but where abouts, he cannot say.
When the rain starts, it startles him. A crash of lightning and the sky darkens immediately, the very colors around him change into more vivid versions of themselves and instantly, he’s drenched.
He’s sitting in the rain, on an unknown street in the middle of Silent Hill, but the strangest thing to him… was that he was completely unharmed. Free from any pain, any stab (chop) wounds, any gun shots or other bruises and cuts. His hair is matted down onto his face and neck and he feels… nothing. Nothing at all.
Not even angry.
There’s a large corpse-like monster that walks by him. It’s tall and its gaping mouth makes choking noises when it sees him. He stares at it, unmoved. The thing seems to decide that Walter isn’t a problem it should have to deal with and begins to walk again, away from him. The sound of the rain pounding against the buildings, ground and trees, along with the shuffle of the monster’s feet, hide the sound of the axe wielding prisoner that tip toes towards the creature quick enough to catch it off guard and hit it once in the 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 burning cinder as it ceases to exist.
The man looks over to Walter, who is watching him back through the hair that has partially obscured his eyes now. They’re both soaked to the bone and the man is trembling as he looks him over and says something that Walter doesn’t quite catch.
He closes his eyes and gives a small smile to the sky, thanking The Mother for his new Receiver.