Author's Note: I don't own Silent Hill, it belongs to Koonami and the people who made it. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

He had grown up in Silent Hill, he had been in Boy Scouts and had joined the Air Force when he turned 18. He fought in a war and eventually got a job as an astronaut for NASA. He had gone to space and the Moon several times. After he did a few more tours of duty in the Air Force, and had recently retired when he started feeling his hometown had been calling him. He decided to take up an old friends offer for a job at the Lakeside Hotel.

He awoke from his dreams as the bus he was on jumped slightly and the hiss of a tire going flat was heard. He was still groggy as he looked out the window. He was not surprised by the fact that there was fog, but by how much there was and that it was snowing. The Driver had gotten out a minute ago to check out the damage, when the passengers heard a scream of pain, and blood hit the windshield. Everyone but him went into a panic.
He felt the fear too, but he stayed controlled and calm as his training taught him. He grabbed a hand gun out of his bag. How did it get there? He thought. He didn't remember buying or owning one, but somehow knew it was there.
There were noises outside, someone had shut the bus door. The noises increased and the people screamed. He felt a pain in his head and blacked out.

He awoke what seemed like hours later, but it was still dark. Still foggy and snowy. He looked around, the bus was there still, but bloody. Everyone else had been slaughtered, and he was covered with blood. The world had become more twisted, the trees looked as if they had faces. He heard the noises in the distant, and he gripped the gun instinctively.
The noises got closer as he tried to start the bus. He would have to go on foot to Silent Hill to get help. He started out despite the noises in all directions, despite the fear, despite his pounding heart. The fog seemed to thicker as he walked, the noises more rampant. He found the road destroyed beyond the turn for Silent Hill. He looked across the abyss of the destroyed world, felt as if it was tugging at his soul, after a minute he was able to pull himself from it. He started down the road to Silent Hill.

He had to go through the forest, the sounds had intensified and he had started into a run. He had stumbled and rolled down a hill, hitting rocks and trees. He eventually came to a stop, grunting in pain. He checked himself, finding himself finding only bruises and scrapes. He sat up, and heard a crackling noise. He moved to it slowly and found a bag, and on further investigation found a radio. It crackled louder and the noise of a monster came from behind him.
He spun and saw a twisted monster, it looks human except for the fact its left hand was replaced by a shotgun. It fired and he dodged, he returned fire and hit it with a few shots. He took cover behind a fallen tree and continued to return fire till it fell, it letting out a shriek of pain before going down. He made a mental note to hang onto the radio, it seemed to alert him to the presence of the creatures. He looked at the monster before making his way back up the hill, keeping an ear to the radio.

He found himself in a park, the fog had cleared some when he finally entered the town. He smiled as he saw the silhouette of the statue they had erected in his honor. He walked to it, but as he got closer he saw that it was rusted.
His radio crackled and he ran, it got louder as he made it to the street, crossing quickly he tried the door to the hardware store. Jammed. He broke the window and climbed in, as he did a monster had stumbled past.
He sighed in relieve and looked around. He found two flashlight, a supply of batteries and some duct tape. He made a check of what he had before exiting the Hardware Store and headed for where he remembered the Pawn Shops and Gun Shops to be.
He had made it there, with only one encounter with some flying bird monster, the rest he had snuck his way through. He wanted to keep his contact with the enemy as minimal as possible. He opened the door to the Gun Shop and nearly had his head blown off, he had ducked and aimed his gun. He saw a teenage girl holding a shotgun pointed at him. "Are you human?" she asked, not moving the gun. He nodded in reply and stood. He walked over to the shotguns. He began to modify it by duct taping one of the flashlights to it, then he grabbed some shotgun ammo, ignoring the young girl as much as he could. She had said that her name was Cassandra, and that she had gotten separated by a group of survivors. She looked familiar to him, reminding him of his adult daughter. She told him they were going to get holed up in the mall and wait for help.
He turned to her after he finished. "I will escort you to it, I have to deal with some stuff first." he spoke. She nodded.
They had gone to one of the nearby pawn shops. He had modified the shotgun more. He added a blade to the bottom of the barrel for close combat, and selected a few knives.
They then set out for the bridge that would lead to the mall.