The town that Perry found himself in when the sirens finally subsided into a dull ringing in his ears was all but mired by the thick, oppressive fog that it was shrouded in, visibility so drastically impaired that even the open air was claustrophobic -- a solid wall of featureless oblivion as far as the eye could see. The air was thick and unpleasant in and of itself and a fine, delicate mist of what appeared at first glance to be greyish snow flurries descended from above, giving a vague impression of television static superimposed upon the fog. Upon closer inspection in the form of sweeping the flakes from the arm of his coat, however, each left a faint streak of ash residue in its wake.

Priority one would have been to find Kozak (the Admiral's foreboding warning and the unusual nature of the port in question both setting Perry's nerves on edge given how recently and how effectively it had been proven that there were instances where even the best intentions could not prevent his friend and inmate from coming to harm), had he not been near enough at hand as to be visible even through the unnatural miasma of fog. Second was to check the supplies that the Admiral had been gracious enough to provide, swearing as it became apparent that only what he'd added to the pack had seen fit to join him upon entering Silent Hill. His pistol, communicator, and cell phone (for all the good it did outside its immediate use as a warden Item) had all been safely stowed away, but his derringer had evidently removed itself from his pockets. So much for preparedness.

If this place was half as dangerous as the Admiral of all people seemed to think it was, then zero visibility seemed to be the primary antagonistic force they were up against. The inability to see or prepare for what could at any time be waiting for them only feet away was just as dangerous as anything else had the potential to be. Perry cast a glance around for even the silhouette of a building or discernible figure, a vague impending sense of unease attempting to worm its way through his calm and competent exterior as it occurred to him that the one advantage he and his inmate might have had between them could just as easily be rendered obsolete by the saturation of ash that hung heavy in the air. "We need to get out of the street. Can you smell anything?"