Cough... sniffle... engg ahh AHHHH AHHHHHHHH! Will awoke, staring at the backs of his eyelids, he did not want to open them. The terrible dream was over but the nightmare was only beginning. Will retraced his thoughts to the interrupted slumber

he had just risen from. Such a strange night it had been, he remembered from his Psychology class back in college the words Night Terror. The feelings alone these words gave him were less than pleasant. Will changed his mind to a more personal preferance on the definition... Sleep Paralysis. Sleep Paralysis was maybe not the best sounding choice, but it was better than night terror. He had somewhat strange sleep patterns his entire life but having a night terror in a place like this... this was different.

Will also remembered he had expireienced a terrible dream during the night. He wished he could remember any of it but to his waking mind it had completly vanished as if brainwashed. Will decided not to dwell on it to much. As he slowly opened his eyes a throbbing pain went from his head into his stomach. Oh... this was the by far the worse hangover he had ever been through. He thought he might vomit so he leaned on his side but only dry heaves of saliva and mucous came out of his mouth. As he lay prone he began to think of the night before. He began to remember why he had come to silent hill.

The day before had been a blur. He had gone into work drunk which was not an unusual occurance and had been fired. One of his hard ass co-worker cocksuckers had reported him to the foreman as being a distraction. Jack the foreman took pity on firing him. Will had been depressed and he really felt for the guy. As will left the offices he decided to go to a nearby bar and get even drunker. When Will entered the bar he felt uneasy. He knew in his mind he should not give in to temptation but he had not had a drink since this morning. His palms began to sweat so he had a seat in a booth. A young and attractive women came to his seat to take his order. I'll have a bourbon and a bottle of aspirin he stated in a cool manor. She laughed and offered him something a bit lighter. He agreed on a beer and stared at her backside as she walked into the bar. Through all his anguish and depression his drive for sex was that of a teenager's. As Will proceeded to gloat in his misery a man came up to him and dropped an envelope on the stool next to his. Will did not even proceed to tell the man of his mistake for at the moment he hated everyone.

Will finished his beer and picked up the envelope he pocketed it and left the bar. When he got outside the cold air hit him hard. It felt good on his whiskers and face and made him tired. As he got into his car he looked at the digital clock. It was 3 pm. He had no urge to drive in his condition so he turned on the car radio and reclined the seat. He put on 1660, he only listened to am radio. News and Weather were all he much liked to listen to. He respected the stuff that the kids today liked but with age comes knowledge and he had grown out of everything he once loved. He lit a cigarette and blew a curl of smoke to the ceiling of his car. He proceeded to fall asleep.

Will, still laying on the ground, tried hard to think of what happened after he fell asleep in his car but it was completly blacked out. Where was he now he knew he had come to Silent Hill but he did not remember driving here. Everything from the time he had fallen asleep in his car in the parking lot and to where he was now was a blur. Will sat up and checked his coat and pant pockets. The contents were a wallet, matches, a pocket flashlight with no batteries, gum, and a pack of cigarettes. He initally felt like Miguyver with his things lying in front of him. He pulled out one last item the now opened envelope he had recieved in the bar. Will now wished he had gotten a look at the man in the bar considering what this letter stated. The letter was from Wills lifetime friend Frederick Seese. Will and Frederick had started a friendship in highschool and maintained it throughout their 20s. Will now 32 had not heard from his dearest friend in over 5 years even though they did not see each other very much they still frequently wrote letters to each other. The letters simply stopped coming. Will continued to write Frederick until two years ago. Two years ago Wills drinking had gotten him into a car accident and under a court order he needed to talk to a counselor about his drinking and depression. The counselor invited the idea that Wills depression was linked to the loss of communication between he and Frederick.

The letter beckoned Will for help it stated that Frederick had gotten himself into a lot of trouble. The letter stated that Frederick had been trying to contact Will for some time now and "it" was not allowing further communication. Frederick did not state where he was but the return address was from Silent Hill. Will feared for his friend and so he went to Silent Hill.

Will sat up and looked at his surroundings, he was behind a desk and wrapped in a blanket. His head ached and his stomache growled what he needed now was some food and aspirin. Will stood up and surveyed the area broken bottles and glass scattered the floor the room was pitch black except for light coming through a window that was covered in newspapers. The room was eerie and Will wondered what kind of building it was and even more why the hell he was in it. He lit a cigarette and walked towards the window to lift a flap of one of the newspapers it was foggy and grey outside the macabre atmosphere transcended the depression in his heart. This depression was replaced with a new emotion. Fear.

Will did not want to venture out of the safety of his dark serenity but knew he had to if he was to find Frederick. Will puffed his cigarette and ripped some of the newspaper off the window. He let the cigarette fall out of his mouth as he left his location

Outside the air felt grim. The street Will was on made him feel edgy. The fog was so thick he could barely make out the buildings on the other side of the street. As Will walked forward he felt any security he had leave from him. He looked back and made out the sign of the building he was in. Neelys Bar. Will let out a chuckle as things started to make sense. The broken glass... the smell. Things were starting to look up until he heard it. The growl. The sound was so loud he thought he felt the ground tremor. What on earth could that be he thought. No known animal can make a sound like that can it? Jesus Christ it was not human or animal. It was the sound of an ogre a beast... a monster.

Will decided it might not be a good idea to stay in Silent Hill, but what about Frederick. Frederick needed him and he knew Frederick would help him in a time like this. Will decided to alert the athorities so he decided to go to his car and use his cellular phone. My car... WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAR he thought... no Im stuck here what the fuck am I gonna do... Will sat down in the middle of the street and began to cry. He fumbled around his pockets for a cigarette and lit it. He puffed and sat. Puffed and sat. Think Will Think. He came to the conclusion that he overexaggerated about his dilemma and than thought how can you overexaggerate in a situation like this... My cars gone Im alone in a ghost town and that fucking sound what could it be...?

Will looked at his pack of cigarettes it was almost empty. He needed to find some cigarettes and some food by now he was extremly hungry...

FIN Chapter 1