Silent Hill 5
Story by Tom Wickland
Chapter 1: All a dream?
I emerged out of fog swirling in the wind in an eternal dance. Opening double doors I emerged in what appeared to be a shopping mall. The metal grates groaning pronounced the hatred for me that the whole place appeared to have. It's almost as if they were daring me to take another step so they could hurl me in the infinite darkness below.
"Where am I?" I wondered. Scrambling to remember how I got here I picked up fragments of memory. Something about my friend, Chris some place called Silent Hill. The word "death" kept recurring in my mind, each thought cutting my mind like a piece of glass. I took a step forward the groaning of rusted metal ringing like foreboding music. Shutters were drawn over most storefronts barring burglars I somehow knew would never come. Continuing to traverse forward my hand dug into my pocket, withdrawing a handgun I took a puzzled look at it and wondered however it got there.
"Hello?" I called into the darkness though I had the feeling no one would answer. I noticed that a door had no shutters over it. Oddly enough the store was a Hot Topic. Entering I saw a hunched over figure. My nostrils almost immediately filled with the scent of honeysuckle.
"Um, excuse me but could you…" My breath caught as the figure stood up. It was about as tall as I was but a lot larger around. It was covered in red-stained fur and smelled of decay. Its head was that of a wolverine. Where it's hands were there were foot long claws. Panicking I raised my gun and fired. The figure jerked back a little and I emptied the rest of the clip into it. It buckled and fell down. Checking the gun I found I had only one bullet left. I glanced around the store. Finding nothing of interest I set to go out. As my hand touched the handle I heard labored movement behind me. I spun around and saw the creature lunging at me. I raised my gun and the world went black as a gunshot rang out…