Silent Hill Good God Y'all

by Jarrecko

Kurtis Miller has been to hell and back, scarred by his wartime experiences overseas he has returned to his hometown of Silent Hill with the hope of starting a new life. Miller doesn't realize that much more has changed in Silent Hill than the people and places, he is about to experience pain and suffering on a level he has never known.

SILENT HILL:

Good God Y'all

Chapter 1

I thought I'd never come back to this town ever again. Even as the truck I've hitched on bumps and shakes on the open road my brain feels like it's stuck in purgatory. It doesn't know whether it wants to stay in the past, the present, or look towards the future. My name is Kurtis Miller, I am 32 years old and I am a killer. I've been told over the years that there is a decisive difference between a 'killer' and a 'murderer'. When I was younger I might have even accepted that.

The trucker is a bearded fella; a big gut sticks out from underneath his blue, buttoned up shirt. He scratches his face before reaching into his pocket and handing me a pack of smokes. I wave him off: "Sorry, I've never indulged". He shrugs and slides the pack back where it came. His eyes briefly scanned the dog tags slung around my neck.

"You've seen some shit haven't ya?" The trucker mumbles as he returns his attention to the road, snow has been lightly fluttering down for a while but, the closer they've gotten to the town the more severe the weather. How this guy was seeing anything at all was beyond my understanding. All I saw was pure whiteness, it was eerie in a way how blank and expressionless it looked outside of the big rig.

"The Dog tags are just for identification. As far as...well I've seen a thing'er two I suppose, How much farther?" I ask him, anxiously trying to change the subject. I don't want to talk about my personal life with some stranger, as obliging as he has been up to this point.

"Not long now. Why would you want to go to Silent Hill son? Don't you got any family or something waiting for you elsewhere? Silent Hill...I've been there a few times in my day. Better place to be from than to go back to in my honest opinion" The trucker lights up one of his cigs and takes a few puffs before expelling the smoke out the driver side window.

"No family. I've been traveling for a while now, taking odd jobs here and there. I guess I just need to go back to something familiar. I just have one of those urges, you know?" I don't feel like I need to explain myself any further and the trucker seems to agree.

"Meant no offense stranger. I can understand that urge. You're looking for something but, you're not sure what it is yet. Whether or not you'll find it in Silent Hill. Well.." The trucker smiles before tossing his cigarette bud out the driver side window: "Well..I guess that's up to the Town isn't it?" I don't know what he meant by that and I don't press the issue. The way he smiled unnerved me though, there was something malicious underneath the warmness.