Anyway, I'm trying to write this story as true to the original source material as possible, since I'm a huge fan of both Daria and Silent Hill. Don't worry, I'll try my hardest to keep everyone from going OOC or events from turning ridiculous--I love "Daria" too much to do that to them. =)
And of course, I don't own anything, because I'm a poor college student. =P
Episode 1: I Must Be On Another Planet
"So, explain to me again what I'm doing here." Daria continued staring blankly out the car window, though not exactly at the mundane surroundings of this vacant section of highway.
"Trent's car exploded during an out-of-state gig and showered flames everywhere and caused a 10-mile-wide nuclear crisis." Jane explained while driving one-handed through this damn fog.
"Either that or the rusted shell decided to return to that great car dealership in the sky." Daria monotoned.
"Yeah, whatever. Besides, the last thing I wanna do is drive out to the middle of nowhere all by myself and get kidnapped by a bunch of sex-crazed hillbillies."
"Damn, my secret dream destroyed."
They shared a smirk, at least until Jane stuck her head out the window to try and get a better look through the pea-soup haze. It's not that she was worried or anything--they hadn't really seen any cars on the highway for the past half hour--it's just that the last thing she needed was to miss her exit and pass Trent by an entire state. He owed her big time for this, that's for sure.
"Jane, look out!" Not even near a true concerned tone from Daria, but nevertheless it caught the artist by surprise and caused her to smack her neck on the door top. She got her head inside just in time to see the road barricade and hit the brakes.
Rubbing her aching neck, Jane grumbled, "You couldn't seem just a bit more concerned about our safety?"
Her typical look: "I'm sorry, I didn't think the road blocks were protecting us from a bottomless pit set solely for our doom."
Jane tried to look in any available direction for a sign of any kind as to indicate their general area. The fog rather obscured her view any farther than ten feet away besides those roadblocks. "I don't suppose you know where we are."
"The sign behind us said 'the middle of nowhere,' if memory serves me."
"Right. Let's just back this baby up."
The car reversed enough to let them pull a U-turn through the unblocked median, though that proved useless when the way they just came was filled with signs and construction horses and the like, enough garbage to keep them from simply driving through or around. Daria groaned, "Tell me that didn't just happen."
Curses quietly made their way out of Jane's mouth as she finagled with the gears and made another attempt at accomplishing their great escape. Of course, politeness in the volume of her voice completely failed when the road back, on both sides, seemed stuffed with work signs and misplaced iron fences and those water-filled plastic barrels that are only ever useful in action movies.
"Daria, tell me it was the hillbillies that did that, otherwise I'm gonna get really creeped out."
"And I thought I had problems. Jane, it's just the fog. We're probably just not seeing the whole picture here. Why don't I just get out and take a look around?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Jane actually wore a semi-concerned expression.
Already starting to open the door, Daria stated, "What could possibly happen?"
Just the slightest bit edgy in this fog, Jane called out, "Hey, if it's a bunch of geeky teen pranksters, flash your boobs at 'em, they'll run away blinded!"
Daria stayed close to the barricades as she walked, making sure she was actually following a "wall" instead of walking out in front of open highway traffic, wherever it was. She wasn't exactly afraid of anything jumping out at her; if she could survive Lawndale, what's the worst that could happen out here?
Oh great, they were stuck; the garbage dump ran all the way from one end of the lanes to the other. Just great. "Oh, wait." Just at the edge of her vision was an exit ramp leading… well, she couldn't tell, but it was still a road of some kind leading somewhere else, plus there was a small, barely noticeable detour sign right beside it once she looked harder.
One step back to the car, and a thick raindrop smacked her on top of the head. "Oh no you did not." A great boom of thunder and a sudden increase in wind. Daria sighed. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."
A downpour really started once she got back in the car. "So?" Jane quickly asked.
"So the hillbillies said I could be a model in their monthly magazine, and there's an exit back over that way."
"You're the boss."
One last shifting of the gears, and Jane moved the car one more time back where they came from and down the exit ramp. It wasn't long before the highway scenery was replaced by a lot of pine trees and a darker fog. And then there was the lone sign: "Welcome To Hell." No, wait, it was "Welcome To Silent Hill," just with some dark graffiti done over it to make it look like it said Hell.
Jane quipped, "You know, if we die horrible, horrible deaths, it's going to be your fault."
"Funny, you said the same thing when we turned Trent's underwear pink in the washer."
"Yeah, but at least that was funny, this is serious."
"If you say so."
Ten rainy minutes of driving through thick forest on a road that slowly downgraded in quality over time to a plain gravel with periodic dips, turned out to be serious. It was impossible to see to their sides any further than the front line of trees, and seeing in front or behind them was just as futile. Even Daria was starting to wonder where the hell they were--no pun intended, she thought to herself.
Jane tapped her fingers nervously on her knee for a while until she suddenly blurted out she needed something to distract herself with, so she flipped on the radio. Nothing came through but…
"Um, Jane, is that white noise or have I distanced myself from the modern world too much?"
"Damn trees and rain must be blocking the signal or something."
Jane gave the dashboard a hard pound with the bottom of her fist a moment before the car instantly made a 360 degree turn from a huge force striking the tail end of the vehicle, effectively ripping off a huge chunk of metal along with at least a third of the tire, which gave no stopping power to prevent Daria's side of the car from finally smashing into one of the trees and ending the merry-go-round. Shattered glass glittered like diamonds among the wet gravel of the road, and only the sounds of the rain and car horn pierced the silence.