Chapter I
With Friends Like These
"Just keep running!" This was all I could process while sprinting down the long corridor. They weren't too far behind. My adrenaline was pumping, but I had to assure James wasn't too far behind.
My heart pumping, I dove inbetween an open doorway, pushing my legs so that Sunderland could seek entrance. Having slammed the door seconds after. A loud crash from behind, next a very sharp object pushed through the barricaded door; piercing through James' abdomen. Blood soaking his grasp on reality.
Pulling James away from the door, I could hear myself breathe. Wrapping his left arm around my neck, I kept his wounded body to pace with mine. These bastards weren't going to quit. I pushed through, unsheathing James' handgun. My intention was to assure we both survived.
Taking a few shots toward what remained of the barricaded door, I knew there wasn't much to stop who was chasing after us. Cursing, I emptied the whole clip into the monster. I didn't hear anything on the other side, but I wasn't about to go back. Crashing through several doors upon reaching an exit, I glanced back.
Were several of the Cult Members still following us? It was hard to tell. "You all right, James?" Keeping alert for escape routes, I noticed a street sign "Katz Street". "Stay with me. Jack's Inn isn't too far away." I triple checked no other of those fanatics were chasing. Disappearing into the fog was the only thing I seemed to be thankful about this town.
With limited draw distance sight and vision. James and myself easily disappeared into the fog. The reality of the situation hit me like a wind of fresh air as I glanced down at Sunderland's wounds. I was starting to get his blood on my hands.
Arrival in Jack's Inn Parking Lot had me driven. Placing James to rest against the nearest wall. I made sure he was still conscious. "Are you still with me?"
Quickening my pace for the sake of my companion; I entered through the main office, which was a lucky chance. scoping around, I found several keys that would open the doors around the Inn. Preferably to obtain one with a kitchen, I knew I had to cauterize Sunderland's wound before he bled out.
Rejoining my companion, I opened the door labeled on the key I snatched. Placing James on the bed and hustling over to the kitchen; searching for anything metal. I tossed things out of my sight that weren't important. There had to be something.
Finally having located a held together frying pan, I threw it on the stove, heating the metal coils. I didn't have time to question how or why certain things still worked outside normal logic inside Silent Hill. I was more focused on survival. This included the state of my experienced companion.
James yelled in pain as I pressed the heated frying pan on his wound. The pain of cauterizing a wound wasn't cake walk. It was infact; very painful. There was nothing to quiet his shouts except the nearby pillow within my grasp. Why didn't I just quiet him? There were several good reason. Not just labeled with irony.
Silence and shallow breathing accompanied as I did all I could to assist him, "That won't be enough for the infection or contact with the spear. You'll need antibiotics." With a bloody hand-print, I marked it on the map. "Ridgeview Medical Clinic. If I just take Nathan Ave. I shouldn't have any problem, but in your state. You won't be able to defend yourself. Damn."
Taking a look around the room, I wanted to take the chances that the Cult Member wouldn't seek him out here as long as he kept quiet. I could lock him in the room, but at what result would I return with was the gamble I would need to take. A chance his life depended on.