She couldn't breathe through the dark, endless fog. It blinded her as she stumbled down the road to nowhere, vague outlines to her right and left. She knew had passed a sign about a half hour back that read: Silent Hill, 2 miles, and was sure she had walked at least two mails. Even if she had already passed the town, how would she know? Now her belly growled at her, telling her it was going to start eating itself if she wasn't careful, but she tried to take no notice. Faintly, in the distance she could she the dark outline of a building. She felt like crying for joy as she began running towards it. She paused, seeing the sign outside it.
"Police." she murmured. But it looked empty. Maybe all the pigs were somewhere else ruining someone else's time. She nodded to her self and walked to the door, swinging it open.
It was dark and cold inside the station. But there was a pile of donuts on a table near her. She ran to it, shoving one of the slightly stale pastries in her mouth followed by another, chasing them down with a cup of cold, stale coffee. Finally, after her hunger was satiated, she looked around her. "Hello?" she called, her voice echoing somewhat in the building.
There was no telling how long the boy had been here, or if he had just arrived. The fog was very strange to him, the town, though it seemed so familiar to him, was strange with its emptiness. That emptiness made his stomach tighten. However, the curiosity of why it was like this that made his lips curve into a grin when he thought about it. He sat at a desk with a pile of papers; some he had went through and some he was just starting.
With a sucker in his mouth and a pen in his hand he was very focused on the notes that he had been taken. Frustrated that his hair was falling into his face he'd grabbed a rubber band and pulled it up loosely, at least to get it out of the way. His momentary distraction gone as he heard the girl's voice. Raising a brow and standing from the desk, he slid his hands into his pockets and went to the door of the police station.
"Well hello there, lost too?" He asked. There was a softness in his voice, as he spoke to her though there was nothing going on. "May I help you?"
Phe jumped, not really expecting a reply to her call. She looked at the boy across from her. "Er... Hello... I-" she nodded, trying to catch her breath from her start. "I am lost. Do you live here?" she asked. "Or at least know you way around? The fog here is really thick, so I don't really know where I am going."
Smirking at her he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "I'm just as lost as you are." he noted as he stepped out of the office and looking at what was left of the donuts. "I don't know what is where either." He grinned. "Sometimes you gotta wander lost until you find your way." Taking out his sucker, he chucked it into the trash can. "What's your name?"
"My name...? You know, It's only polite to introduce yourself before asking that question." she said, almost defiantly.
"Ladies first." He said with a slight laugh.
"Um..." she blushed, as the boy teased her. "My name is Ophelia, but you can call me Phe. Since this is a police station, do you think we could find a map some where around here?"
"Well, Phe, it's pleasant to have bumped into another living being around here. My name is Marco." He waved a hand at her as he started going through the desks. Some seemed jammed so he had to knee them to get them to budge. Strands of his red locks began to fall in his face again. Annoyed he reached up pulling his hair up again. "I'm sure there is a map somewhere..."
"Nice to meet you, Marco." Phe pulled out her knife, small, but still big enough to be useful, and began jimmying one of the locks on a center drawer of one of the desks. (You can drag on actions like this a little longer, to paint a picture for your audience. "Phe pulled one her pocket knife, small, but still big enough to be useful, and began jimmying one of the locks.) "There better be, what kind of police station doesn't have a town map?"
"You never know." He grumbled as he went through some more papers in the desk.
Phe smirked at Marco as the lock clicked, and she slid the drawer open. Without thinking she reached in and began feeling around, before recoiling with a small scream. "What- what the-? What is that?!"
"What? What's wrong?" Marco asked, hurrying to her side, only to find himself looking at a hunk or rancid meat, squirming with magots. "W-well it could be various things. " Bringing his sleeve to his mouth, he pulled out his switch blade and flicked it open, then used the tip to poke at it. "Well this is an omen... a rather gross one. That or someone just gets hungry a lot."
She pulled the front of her shirt up over her nose. "That's disgusting! Why would anyone just stick a piece of meat in a drawer?!"
"Your guess is good as mine." He poked at it a little more, studying it. Why would someone do this? It had to been there for some time by the look of it.
Phe shuddered. "Eh... While you're over there, can you see if a maps in there?"
"You know, logic states a map wouldn't be in the drawer in the first place..." He grumbled slamming the drawer shut. "You should look in the sheriff's office."
"Alright." Phe said, heading back towards the sheriff's office. "Where do you think it would be at?" She called to Marco from the other room.
Marco kept his knife out just in case he stumbled upon anything else he needed to poke with it. " Look on the wall, sometimes they have them hanging up." He had been in there himself, but never bothered to even look for a map; his mind had been on other things.
Slowly, the sound of low, wailing sirens cut through the thick fog, when nothing else could. There was something about them that caused his skin to crawl, a shiver ran down his spine and his mind began to race, unsettling him. "Sirens... Phe, there's really no time. I don't like the sound of these sirens."
She had found the map just as Marco shouted at her about the siren. She tore it off the wall and ran back where Marco was. "I got it! What do you mean sirens? I couldn't hear anything for the-"
The sound of the wail grew louder and Marco felt a little dizzy. Shaking off the feeling he ran to the door. "I know they just-" He froze looking out the window. Even on the inside of the police station, things began to look decrepit and rotting. Gripping his switchblade he stepped back.
Phe backed herself in a corner, her hands half covering her eyes as the walls began to decay around her, chunks of plaster rotting and falling off as the walls peeled and stains blossomed across the floor around her. Slowly, she sank down, pressing her hands over her ears, murmuring to herself, eyes closed tightly now. The noise... it was terrible. It struck something deep inside her, resonating deeply. She wanted it to go away. "Away... Away..." she chanted, like a mantra.
"Bloody he-" Marco stopped himself in mid sentence. There was too much going on now at the same time, even what was going on with him that went unmentioned. Putting his hand at his chest and making a look of complete agony he turned to see where Phe went. His stomach sank as he caught sight of her terrified frame, cowering in the corner of the wall. "What the hell is going on?" He thought out loud as he ran to her and knelt down.
Placing his hands on her shoulders and lowering his head so his pale blue eyes met hers he tried to smile. "Shhh... shh it's alright okay? It's alright." he said, in a calming, soothing voice.
She jumped, freaked out for a moment by Marco's sudden appearance in front of her. She threw her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. "Make it go away!" she cried. Finally the siren died down, however the police station stayed the same as it was, leaving them in silence, huddled in a dank, decrepit building.
Letting Phe wrap her arms around him, he sat there for a moment, almost losing his balance. "I...I wish I could but, calm down, don't be scared we'll.. f-figure out what's wrong." Trying to smile Marco rose, pulling Phe up with him, bringing his arms around her waist. 'This seems so familiar...' He thought.
Slowly, Phe nodded, regaining some of her composure. "Alright..." she said quietly, letting herself be pulled up. "Wh-what should we do? Should we go out there?" she asked frowning. "It's dark and scary looking..."
"I've learned all you can do is embrace the dark..." He whispered turning to look. It was dark and it was very creepy and they had no idea what could be out there. His switch blade was on the ground having dropped it when he went to help Phe. Grabbing one of her hands, he pulled away from her and knelt down to pick up the knife.
"We gotta go somewhere..."
"Where should we go?" she asked. She held out the map to her new friend. "How about the church? Nothing bad can go into the church, right?"
He didn't even look at the map as he took it from Phe, folding it up and tucking it into his jacket pocket. "I don't believe in 'God', Phe. A church wouldn't protect me." Turning and smiling at her he tilted his head some. "We'll go to the church. Maybe it is safe there." And with that he headed for the door.