This story is based off of the Silent Hill graphic novel Among the Damned that my friend lent me, which I loved. I'm gonna be adding some of my own stuff and the story may not be the same but I gonna try to stick to the same characters and keep the basics of it like they are in the comic.

Prologue.

Crash! Vroom!

"Shit. Shit." Aaron ducked behind the refuge of a tree and gripped his weapon tightly. Sweat beaded his upper lip and forehead despite the cold temperatures. In front of him was a sight that could only be described as amazing and truly horrific. Men ran and screamed, firing weapons and being shot. Bright lights flashed and the sound of mechanics screamed through the entire red painted valley.

The man next to him suddenly went down with a gunshot in his chest. Blood was shooting out of him like a water faucet. Aaron ducked at the next gunshot directed toward him and sprinted out behind a thick boulder. He peeped out his head from around it and shot the bastard, creating a small chaos form the men around him. Bullets dented the boulder from where he was hiding, each one sounding like a metal ping. Aaron scowled and crouched down further, waiting for his next chance.

His heart thudding loudly, eyes peering left and right as though he was about to cross the street, Aaron waited until he heard the lengthy pause from the rock shooting and he had only a few seconds. In that few seconds, it was his. He crawled out from behind the rock and gave men one clean shot. It distracted them momentarily, enough for him to run to shelter behind another tree where his friend waited.

Joe glanced at him momentarily as he came, quickly going back and forth from shelter, taking out men with his gun. His uniform was dirty and bloodied, his face drenched with sweat, the kin beneath it white.

"How're you holding up?" Aaron grunted as he joined his friend in the game of peek-a-boo, just cleaning missing someone. "Dammit."

There were barely anytime for words, Joe just grunted something and leaned against the trunk as there were no more men in range to shoot. His watery gray eyes were opened wide in the shock of the death he must have seen, his hand trembled slightly. For a second, Aaron felt the tiniest bit of fear, not just for himself, but what if anything should happen to Joe or Brian.

The three of them had been lifelong friends, more like brothers. Since toddlers they had been joined to each others joints. Long ago they had sworn to be with each other until they died, to grow old together. Aaron couldn't think of anyone he cared more about them the both of them.

They, all three of them, had recruited into the army in hope of doing something worthwhile for man kind. They had been told of the horrors of war, but that was nothing compared to seeing it for themselves.

Joe looked at him wearily with a suspicious look. "Why has it gotten so quiet?"

Suddenly, Aaron noticed it too. The sound of shooting from nearby had stopped. It almost seemed…silent.

Aaron glanced out from behind the trunk, finding other rather confused soldiers. Had the enemy retreated? The question repeated in his head not bringing joy but worry. That couldn't be good.

"Aaron!" Aaron turned to find Brian hurrying toward him, his tanned face lined with worry.

"What's happening?" Aaron asked as Brian came closer. "Did they retreat?"

Brian shook his head, his hand tightening around his weapon. "Have no idea. They just suddenly left."

Aaron had a bad feeling. No one gave up a fight that easily. He looked around the field bordered with woods. In the distance the fight continued but here, it had just gone silent. A light fog covered the ground, the sky was gray. Here and there injured men lay, some were already dead. Aaron purposely avoided looking at them, not wanting to found out who had died right then. He was suddenly very grateful that both of his buddies were here unhurt, right beside him. He felt as though he could do about anything with them, including facing what was to come.

"Something bad is gonna happen." The words were no sooner out of his mouth that the sound of an engine came into hearing distance coming closer and closer. Aaron and Brian exchanged glances and hurried behind the tree with Joe, ready. The three boys exchanged glances and for a second, Aaron was reminded of all the times they had played war as kids in this exact same situation. All three eight year olds standing behind trees holding their imaginary weapons, usually a branch. Three young boys whose made-up games would become reality, the horror became real. In his mind, imaginary bombs went off in the sky at a silent deafening roar that would send them sprawling to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

Crash! Crash!

The sound did not come from his memory but from the sky above him. They had released bombs on them, the sons of bitches.

A loud deafening roar exploded throughout the field, it seemed to rip through the field, through there ears as it made contact with the ground.

Aaron dropped to the ground and covered his head, debris rained on him and his friends.

It will burry me alive. He thought to himself.

He vaguely felt arms pulling him up and Brian screaming in his ear. Aaron blinked in a daze, the bright flashes blinding him. He suddenly felt sad at the thought of how many people must have been wiped out from that. But that was no excuse. Aaron pulled up his gun as the enemy neared, prepared to shoot. To kill.

"Aww shit." Brian said as he saw them too. "I think-"

He never finished his sentence. There was the unmistakable sound of wood cracking and movement above Aaron caught his attention. All three men looked up; all three young boys did too. The large tree started to sway, the started to fall toward Aaron and Joe, opposing more of a threat than the enemy. Before he could fathom what was happening, hands pushed him roughly out of the way making him fall and sprawl out on the ground. He didn't hear the tree fall, didn't even know it had due to all the sound of gunshots and shouts that had resumed but when he looked up, Joe was gone and Brian half buried under the tree.

"Bri?" Aaron asked his fear mounting. "No!"

He ignored the rest and kneeled down beside his friend. Brian looked up and saw him, a slight smile coming from his face. "Hey Aaron." He greeted. He grimaced and coughed, blood seeped out of his dry lips. Aaron shook his head and started to try to roll the tree off of his friend. "I'll get you out of here." He promised him.

Aaron glanced blankly at the tree covering half of his body. "It's too late." He grumbled, coughing up more blood.

Aaron, despite himself, felt tears well up in his eyes. "No!" It was Aaron however, not Brian, that saw their life flash before their eyes. Playing in the woods behind Joe's house, starting elementary school, middle school, high school, college. Going to party's, drooling over Dahlia. It was gone. "Don't say that, I will get you out."

Brian looked at the ground. "I saw the tree coming down on you and Joe and I couldn't think straight, I only though about you not getting hurt, I didn't think about myself." He looked up at his friend. "I tried to push Joe out of the way too but he pushed me instead."

Joe was dead. Aaron suddenly felt like he had lost one third of him. His soul and heart and brain.

"No." He said softly. There was a loud pop suddenly and the tree trunk next to Aaron was pock marked.

"You gotta get out of here man." Brian groaned. Aaron only shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you behind."

"But-"

"I've almost got it."

"Aaron!" Brain actually reached out and grabbed his friend's hand, his face was filled with agony. "Just…let…me…go." Aaron struggled for a moment, and then stood.

"We promised each other that we'd always be there." He said, his voice more choked then he would have liked it to have been.

"We knew what the chances of us all living was when we recruited." Brian said. He suddenly grimaced and tightened his fist. "Please…just leave. I'll be fine. I want you to go."

That was the last thing he ever said.

Boom!

Aaron was thrown back into the air. For a second, it was actually exhilarating; it seemed to go by in slow motion. He was flying it seemed. Before he could quite realize what happened, he landed mercilessly. Pain shot up his backside, tears stung his eyes. His mouth was open in a wide 'o' of surprise and pain. The world around him started to soften and darken, the noise muted until it was silent. Slowly, in his mind, he felt himself floating down a long hallway with light at the end. He could have sworn he saw Brian and Joe.