Walter couldn't stop touching his neck and wrists. He was dead. He remembered, very clearly, freeing himself from his flesh years ago. But his neck was whole and unblemished, as if the skin had never been broken. A pulse fluttered in his wrists and, when he touched his chest, he could the beat of his heart. A breeze blew past him and he could feel it on his skin, not just feel how it pulled at his trench-coat and hair.
And there was the creature before him to consider too. The Cubone watched him quietly, letting him pick it up and turn it's limbs this way and that, with a firm but gentle touch.
Between inspecting his living body and his Cubone, he seems a little distracted.
[ VIDEO ]
[ The feed hisses and crackles and finally snaps to focus on a man in a long, blue trenchcoat, with long blonde hair and scruff on his face. He looks into the camera intently, calmly. ] I was in the middle of something. Something very important.
[ He turns his attention to a Cubone in his hands. ] ...is it true? That this...creature, longs for it's mother?
Walter Sullivan | Silent Hill 4 | OH BOY
Walter couldn't stop touching his neck and wrists. He was dead. He remembered, very clearly, freeing himself from his flesh years ago. But his neck was whole and unblemished, as if the skin had never been broken. A pulse fluttered in his wrists and, when he touched his chest, he could the beat of his heart. A breeze blew past him and he could feel it on his skin, not just feel how it pulled at his trench-coat and hair.
And there was the creature before him to consider too. The Cubone watched him quietly, letting him pick it up and turn it's limbs this way and that, with a firm but gentle touch.
Between inspecting his living body and his Cubone, he seems a little distracted.
[ VIDEO ]
[ The feed hisses and crackles and finally snaps to focus on a man in a long, blue trenchcoat, with long blonde hair and scruff on his face. He looks into the camera intently, calmly. ] I was in the middle of something. Something very important.
[ He turns his attention to a Cubone in his hands. ] ...is it true? That this...creature, longs for it's mother?