Weather

It's impossible to breathe. I opened the last canister of compressed oxygen, hoping to hold out. The neighbor already hanged himself. Ten meters away, nothing is visible. I put on a gas mask from World War II and circle around a random victim like a shark. Then my hands pierce the fog and grab the victim by the throat. Even if there were no capture, she wouldn't be able to scream. Smoke filled her lungs and head. I stun her and carry her to the slaughterhouse. Smoke has enveloped the entire sky; the sun is not visible; our country is Mordor.
- Welcome to Silent Hill, gentlemen, population one hundred and thirty-four... - a piercing, chilling scream echoed twenty meters away. - One hundred and thirty-three people. Make yourselves comfortable; you won't be leaving here anyway.