(If you want to ignore the Introduction to the characters and read when they get into Silent Hill, go to Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Pilot

"I don't know where I am, I can't recall how I got here, I don't even know what day it is. I'm stood here, in this large room. It's... different, unlike anything I have ever seen. The floor and walls, they are made of metal plates and rivets. Age has obviously taken its toll; rust seeps from every crevice. There is very little light, dimly lit I can barely see into the room past this. The room feels familiar yet whilst I stand idly I feel agitated. Anger fills my body. I can't stay here, I walk into the next room hoping to find out where I am, why I am here and, most importantly, a way out. I can hear distant cries for help, other people perhaps? Maybe they can help me figure out what's going on."

"I carry on walking, I take deep breathes each step I make. I don't know why, Perhaps it gives me that little bit of security, helps me keep my head straight. I can see a gurney in the distance, I can't reach it though, something is stopping me, I don't know what but I can't seem to move, I feel as if I am literally glued to the ground. Heavy footsteps breaks the silence, I immediately turn round to check the source of the sound, but I crouch at the same time to avoid detection. A bloated humanoid figure walks in carrying an unconscious woman over his shoulder whilst dragging a large pickaxe behind him. He hasn't noticed me yet, I hold my breath, I feel anything at this point may alert him to me. He places the woman on the ground. The longer I look at him the more I'm disgusted. He's wearing a large butchers apron, soaked in what seemed, blood and rust. His large muscular arms were covered to his elbows in blood. But his face was the worst; He had long, stringy hair that grew in patches, it reached his shoulders. His eyes and mouth were sewn shut, occasionally he let out a muffled cry as if he's screaming in pain with his hand over his mouth."

"The woman immediately regains consciousness, she looks around in a panic and screams, I try to help but I still cannot move, I can't even shout, when I open my mouth no sound comes out. The monster turns to her, it mimics her screams before lifting the pickaxe and swinging down into the woman. He drags her body away, back the way he came. I fall to my knees, guilt rushes over me. Why? Why didn't I save her? I can move now, I can speak. I carry on determined to find a way out. My fate will not be like that."

"I enter a room. It reacted to my presence. The light immediately turned off, I stumble, tripped over something on the floor, I can't see anything. The light turns back on and the woman killed moments ago is stood there, long black hair stretching down to her hips, it covers her face except for her mouth which is open and as black as an abyss. Blood stains her once white dress and a large hole in her stomach where the pickaxe struck her. She just stood there as did I. I can't react, I just stare in horror. She moves her head, her hair moves from her eyes. As black as the void they lock with mine. The light flicker aggressively as she raises her hands to me. She simply hissed; 'Silent... Hill'. Then lunged at me. She clings to my arms, her long nails piercing my skin. I feel the blood run down my arms before she screams. She screams unbearably, my ears ring badly, I become deafened within an instant, I can almost feel my ears bleed. She then throws me to the ground as I slowly fall unconscious."

Kevin awoke from this nightmare screaming, it was so vivid, so real. He even felt the pain in his arms and heard the ringing in his ears. He was unusually fatigued, sweating. Another late night finishing paperwork, it took him until the late hours of the morning to finish. He sighed heavily as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He lay there for a while, trying process everything that's happened. He's had these nightmares before. But never as vivid as that, they were getting worse. He let out another deep breath as he turned to see his clock; 3:10pm. He over-slept.

"Shit!" He hissed as he dove out of bed and quickly got dressed, his daughters had finished school and waiting for him to pick them up. He didn't need anymore grief from his ex-wife, since she kicked him out of the house for being 'too focused on work' than his family, she was nothing but cruel to him. It probably wasn't intentional, maybe every man felt that way about ex-wives. He left his apartment and made for his car. His work had preoccupied him too much the previous day that he forgot to buy presents for his daughters. He only sees them on the weekends and wanted to make them happy, which is very difficult when their mom's new husband has more than enough money to provide for them.

He pulled up outside the school and beeped his horn. One little girl sprinted towards the car and got in the backseat; Chloe, 5 years old, despite her parents splitting up and getting used to a new life, she was incredibly strong willed and happy.

"Hi, daddy!" She shouted with barely contained excitement; "Are we coming to your house today?" She waited in anticipation trying to make it not obvious that she was waiting for her present.

"Not today, baby girl." he replied, "Alan's at work so he can't pick you up, so I'm dropping you off at your mom's"

"Ok" She sighed, sounding disappointed, she continued to stare at him smiling eagerly awaiting her present.

"I couldn't get you a present today sweetie." He said, noticing a hurt expression, he quickly opened his wallet; "You're a big girl now so I thought that you'd like some real money." He gave her a few dollars and her face lit up again exposing her teeth, the front two were missing. "When did you lose your teeth, Chloe?" Kevin asked

"Oh, erm.. yesterday, I think" she said looking out the window

"You think?" He laughed. He gave a smile to the other girl walking towards his car; Chrissie, a 15 year old. "Hey, how was school?" Kevin said opening the car door for her.

"You know you're late right?" She snapped.

"I know and I'm sorry, here I've got something for you." He said as he once again opened his wallet and pulled out more money.

"No offence, but Alan has already given me spending money this week" She said as she ignored the money in his hand. Kevin grimly accepted and returned the money. There was silence as he drove to their mom's house. He pulled up at the house and took a deep breath.

"You know you owe mom money, dad" Chrissie said in a sarcastic tone. Kevin sighed heavily, it was true he had child support outstanding, he prepared a check for her anyway. He got out the car and headed towards the door, the house was massive. He knocked on the door and she answered, as stern faced as ever with her arms crossed.

"You were late" She said in a very demeaning tone. He'd take the nightmares any day than having to face her stare.

"I know I'm sorry, here, child support" She took the money without gratitude and went inside, she called for Chrissie and Chloe to go as well. Kevin called to them as he went; "Bye girls, I'll see you at the weekend." Chloe embraced him in a hug, whereas Chrissie just sighed and walked inside. As Kevin got back into his car, he saw Alan pull up in a much more expensive car, with what seemed a sympathetic expression. Kevin just shook his head and drove away. Questions flooded his mind while he was on his way home, why was Chrissie so cruel to him? He understands that the divorce was hard on all of them, but he wasn't exactly having the best time either. Coming towards the apartment blocks he continuously asked himself how he ended up in this situation. Taking a deep breath he walked in, moving fast trying to avoid any of the other residents.

He walked back into his small apartment, before diving onto his sofa he pressed his answering machine.

"Kevin, it's Pete, remember we swapped your timesheets so that you're on patrol with me tonight. I'll be waiting outside your apartments in the car, say, about 5?"

"UGHH!" Kevin shouted placing both hands over his face. Work is what destroyed his family life and now it seems to be the only thing left for him. He took a moment to refresh his mind about those nightmares, they were all similar but one thing stood out to him. He would hear or see the words; 'Silent Hill'. It the most clearest part of the nightmares that he remembers. "I'll do some research when I get back" He told himself, as he prepared himself for work.

He showered, and got himself dressed for work; a black buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up; the police badge was clearly displayed on his shoulder, black cargo pants, boots, gloves and finally attaching his rapid response style vest over the top. After taking a long while to style his hair and properly prepare himself Pete was outside, beeping his horn. Kevin left the apartments and entered his squad car. Pete was a good friend to Kevin, he would always find a way to make him laugh and enjoy himself with his stories, but Kevin always wondered how he even got into the force; Pete wasn't the most physically able person and he barely managed to fit into the car seat. Regardless he was a police officer and Kevin's partner, one he was thankful for.

"You okay Kev?" Pete asked with a concerned voice. He stared at Kevin through his circle glasses, they looked like they were too tight for his face and would brake any second. "You look a little down, c'mon tell ol' Pete what's wrong." He said whilst driving.

"I don't know man, I mean I've had these nightmares for a while now and the only similarity I can pin point is the name; Silent Hill, that mean anything to you? Kevin asked rubbing his forehead as if it hurt to remember.

"Yea, that place was a town before the fires started. Don't go there man, it's bad mojo. You can barely see where you're going and with all the ash, it would ruin that 'perfect' hair of yours"

"Hey, fuck you too" Kevin replied laughing. He felt safe with Pete, no matter what the situation he could always make a joke and a good one too.

After several hours of patrolling very little happened. No arrests were made and the highlight of the night was Pete buying them both a pizza. Once the shift was over Pete drove Kevin home, Pete was not quiet at all throughout the night and had endlessly talked. Finally, Kevin was dropped off back at his apartment block. He slowly walked up to his room, passing several other residents along the way, he tried his best to avoid them, he was too tired to make conversation. Exhausted, he slowly took of his clothes and fell onto his bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.

"I awoke on a gurney, my hands are bound and I can't move. The more I struggle, the more it seems to get tighter and it hurts. I can hear a murmuring voice, as if someone is trying to speak with their hands over their mouth. I also hear the dragging of something metal, and heavy. Here he comes. A monster with his eyes and mouth sewn together, dragging behind him a pickaxe. He's making a seemingly mocking laugh. Behind him is the figure of a woman, with pale skin and disturbingly long black hair with a large hole in her stomach with blood ruining her otherwise white dress. She's whispering something, I can't quite make it out. It's getting louder. The man lifts his pickaxe. Then with a hellish deep voice the woman shouts; "SILENT HILL!" The pickaxe races down."