Silent Cries: Journey to the Apartment.

Chapter One

Shounen/Yaoi

Horror/Adventure

Based off the game SilentHill2 by Masashi Tsuboyama,Hiroyuki Yamaoka

Published/Developed by Konami, Team Silent, Creature Labs(PC)

Several Clippings and things from other games (and the Movie) are here as well.

No Copyright Infringement Intended.

The lonely, cold streets of Silent Hill, a town forgotten and plagued by the evil misdoings of "Witch-Craft" and murders. He came across several odd creatures far from human. And he asked himself, Why was he here..? This so called Letter he had gotten from his wife was obviously a false one.. Mary had died 3 years before from Cancer.. But this was surely her handwriting.. neat and in a calligraphic style.. Their "Special Place"... Silent Hill was their Oasis, even when Mary was suffering... Could she mean Toluca Lake? They'd spent countless hours there, just watching the ripples on the waters surface, the glittering of the suns rays shining across the waters horizon..

James Sunderland. He looked into the mirror of the run down bathroom, glass and rust everywhere, suggesting this place had been Long since abandoned. Molded broom handles with splinters and chunks missing off them, empty, broken beer bottles, the pungent smell that was urine carelessly on the ground and on walls. The dirty blond headed man stared into that dusty broken mirror for a time, reminiscing about better days, when his wife was alive...

He took a white envelope out of his Green Jacket pocket and opened it once more, re-reading its contents..

In my restless dreams,

I see that town.

Silent Hill.

You promised you'd take me there again some day.

...But you never did.

Well, I'm alone there now... In our 'Special Place'..

Waiting for you...

The rest of the letter was ripped, almost as though someone had gotten it and tore it off, to mock him. He was sure he might find it in that town..

'Why am I doing this..?' James asked himself, 'Mary died Three years ago of that disease.. she couldn't write a letter..'

It was obviously a prank or a sick joke.. But he might as well go there.. He didn't have much else to loose.

Exiting the rank, dingy, unkept bathroom, James walked out into the cold deserted street, a thick fog looming over the lake. The direct road to the Town was completely sealed off, an unclimbable fence reaching the top of the dark tunnel, various barrels and crates behind it. The only other objects on this road were a dumpster that hadn't been touched in years and an old white van that looked like a homeless mans resting area. The only other path there was was the Dirt path leading to the Graveyard, though the sign said "Toluca Lake". This was his only other option, so he descended the decrepit cement steps into the forest.

It was so cold.. and gave the feeling that something was watching.. an unending loneliness, almost as though you could go mad. Not to mention you could barely see 10 feet in front of you, and if you didn't watch your step you'd fall to the freezing lake below, and most likely drown. To drown in the lake that was so familiar... so beautiful and magical..

Suddenly his foot slipped, and he let out a sudden sharp gasp as he grabbed a tree branch, scraping his hand. His foot had only slipped though, so his sudden panic was for nothing.

He looked over the edge and thought he heard the faint sound of rocks splashing down into the water, but couldn't tell. He turned around and started walking again though..

'Why was I so panicked? Was it the thought of dieing before I could make sure she was alive..?' He had always given death much thought.. but it was always how he had considered the possibility of death.. after his wife died he had nothing else to live for, no relatives, no children, just him and the alcohol that was always drunk to wash away his 'pain'..

Then, after what seemed like hours of walking, he came across an old gate, and a well. The well had a red piece of paper in it, with writing..it looked as though it had been torn...

...Waiting for you to come see me..

But you never do..

And so I wait, wrapped in my cocoon of pain and loneliness...

I know I'v-...

It was more of the torn letter! So it was torn...

"...They must have scattered it so I couldn't read it, or find it...But who would have done that..? The same person who wrote the letter maybe..?" he re-read it, then almost as if on cue it ripped apart, having been soaking in that red substance. Was it... Blood? At the bottom of a well? He took out his notepad and wrote down the ripped papers contents. Most likely he wouldn't be able to keep the rest of the pieces either.. he probably wouldn't be able to make some of them out.. if he found them that was.

He regretted not being able to keep that piece, but what other choice did he have? He had to keep moving forward, if only for the time being. The gate creaked open, its obvious signs of neglect. It was rusted and the gold paint was chipping off. He knew this must have been the entrance to the Graveyard... It had to be.. He walked forward, closing the rusted gate and observing his surroundings as he slowly walked, trying not to trip over the fallen branches and rocks. The knee-high stone walls falling apart and covered in moss from years of solitude and no care. Suddenly, he found the tombstones, most of which were cracked, shattered or illegible. In front of one of the graves was something crouched... moving... It was a woman!

"E-Excuse me?" He asked gingerly, his voice gentle and soothing- a voice you'd never hear from a drunk.

The woman jumped up and flung around, her slightly uncombed brown hair twisting around.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't... " she spoke softly, a timid air about her.

"O-Oh no, I'm sorry to have startled you.. I'm actually lost... Could you possibly tell me if this is the right way to Silent Hill?" he asked, pointing to the other end of the cemetery, past the decrepit old house that looked like it could be haunted. It was very creepy, as there were large cobwebs and missing boards, panes missing out of the windows and the brick chimney looked as though something had rammed into it, smashing it in half.

"...Yes.. even though all this thick fog its just the one road, can't miss it..." she said with a worried voice, but it sounded as though she always spoke that way. "But um, I wouldn't go there if I were you... You see, its.. Its hard to explain..." she tried, unsure of if he'd believe her.

"..Is it dangerous? Is that why the roads are blocked off?" he asked aloud, gaining a small nod from her, "..Well, I have to go.. I have to find someone, and don't really care if its dangerous or not." he said, turning around to walk away. Her voice piped up once again.

"I-It really is dangerous!"

James turned around and smiled softly, "No, I believe you, thanks for the warning." he said genuinely, starting to walk away, then stopped.

"O-one more question.. Have you seen this woman?" he asked the timid girl, digging a picture of a pretty blond-haired woman, standing on the shore of a lake with a happy-go-lucky smile on her face. The brown haired girl shook her head.

"No...Is this the person you're trying to find?" she asked, a curious tone to add to her timid one, "I'm trying to find someone too... My mother and Brother... But they aren't here.." she said, looking back down at the tombstone that had no legibility to it. James found it a bit odd to be looking for people in a Grave Yard, but maybe she had forgotten where they were buried.. there were a few graveyards around the town.

"I'm sorry to hear that.. I'll keep an eye out for them, hope you find them." he said somberly, then walked off through another rusted gate, the paint chipping off like the last one.

"More forest... " he muttered to himself, wondering if he should have left the distressed girl alone, if the town was as dangerous as she said, maybe he shouldn't have gone alone... He couldn't stop now though, and he wouldn't. He had nothing to turn back to, except old days..better days with his wife, when the tourist town was so full of life. It was so quiet, unlike that of a tourist attraction. For those thrill seekers who like deserted towns maybe it was an exciting place, but... then why would the roads be shut down? Why did that girl call it Dangerous? None of it made sense! He was so lost in his thoughts that James didn't realize the thick brush was clearing, and the way back to Silent Hill was appearing. The tunnel was so thick with graffiti, but some of it looked fresh. Used condoms and wrappers, beer cans and snack wrappers littered the ground. This was either a hang-out for teenagers, figuring the best place where they wouldn't get complained about was the outskirts of a deserted town, or a garbage dump.

The male made his way though the other side of the closed wire gate, breathing a crisp smell that was the morning air. But it was also an unnerving crispness. Maybe it was the nostalgia that was bugging him, but there was something amiss. As he traveled, he passed the old Silent Hill Ranch. He loved their dairy products, and could only get them here, at this town he once treasured.

Wandering, the echo's of his footsteps and the cracking of undisturbed twigs breaking the silence. It was a scary silence, the kind that could drive any man insane. if anyone was left in this town, they'd probably gone mad by now. If they didn't starve first, or drown themselves. After what seemed like unending silence he came across the very flower shop that he'd once bought flowers from for his dear wife. The only difference was there were no flowers now, just wilted petals and falling stands. the "Open" sign was still up, so... does this mean everyone left in a hurry? Just picked up what they could and ran..? But from what?

James decided to take a look inside, where inside was just as destroyed as the outside. It looked as if someone had taken something big and just smashed everything that could be smashed, thrown everything that wasn't nailed down, and ripped anything that was paper or cardboard. It looked like some thieves had come around here though, as the register (As banged up as it was), was empty. Obviously forced open as most of the bottom was ripped off. But, as he looked over, the only thing that was in pristine condition, was a vase of white lily's, the very same that he'd given to Mary. He slowly inched forward, as though the flowers would vanish or attack him, and plucked the note attached to them off.

My favorite flowers...

Thank you James, I knew you'd remember them!

He thought back, those were the same words that Mary had said to him! Someone was playing a very sick joke on him! ...Or possibly...?

He shook that thought out of his head. There was no way Mary was alive! He saw her die! He watched her, slowly suffer in pain until she finally gave out...

Crack

James turned around to see what had made the noise, but there was nothing there. Something was watching him, as the dust on the counter was disturbed, shaping a females hand. As he turned around to get one more look at those lily's, they vanished. Something was Definitely wrong with this town, but he had to keep going. Very shaken up, James hurried out of the flower stand, noticing a small, conveniently placed bottle. It was Alcohol, the kind you'd use on Scratches and cuts. It didn't have a label, so he decided to call these "Health-Aid". He stuck the small container in his pocket and walked onto the street. He headed west down Sanders St., noticing the oddly colored splatters on the ground. He then came to the intersection of Sanders and Lindsay St., gasping as he saw the big, blood-red stains on the cement, shaped like something was being dragged. He looked around the corner to see this weird figure limping down the road, He called to it to wait, but it kept moving. Quickly, he ran after it, running until he had to stop. It wasn't moving that fast before.. How couldn't he catch up to it?

James grabbed the chain-link fence and hunched over, panting heavily. Then he noticed two "Health-Aids" on a table, something red under them...

"...! Its that same color note from before!" he gasped, throwing open the small fence door to quickly grab the blood-soaked note.

I think you know what I mean...

I've missed you te-bly, But I- afraid Jam-..

- th- -ou don't - wan- me to- ome...

It was barely legible, and obviously he'd found a different section of it. What would be his luck that he'd find them in order? And in perfect shape?

Still. He'd found another piece of it...

"...But why do I feel like this letter...was supposed to be sent along time ago?" he asked himself... Suddenly, the chain on the fence started rattling and he turned around, seeing a flash of what looked like a little girl. He quickly noted the piece of the letter, snaked the two Health-Aids, then ran after that child. He came to the intersection of Nathan Ave and Lindsay St, heading east as he saw more blood stains. This was the main road into Silent hill.. it was blocked off from this end too, as though they blocked it from the inside out. Someone obviously doesn't want people in. And he was beginning to wonder about that reason more and more. As he neared the tunnel, he noticed there was an opening big enough to fit though and a strange sound, like Radio , he entered the tunnel, picking up the little radio and hitting it a few times before noticing this weird, gurgling but hissing sound.. like a cat dieing. He looked over to see this human-like..Thing... crouched over a dead human, seeming to be eating him! Its movements were sporadic and jerky. As though its muscles were seizing, if it had any.. James backed up, that thing slowly twitching up and turning to him. He hit the poorly made wooden face that he crawled through and looked around, seeing a conveniently placed wooden board with a nail sticking out at the end. He grabbed it, and as soon as he did so that thing "threw up" on him, spraying this stinging, acid-like substance on him that smelled of ash. With a quickness, he raised the nailed end of his weapon up and slammed it down upon the creatures head, gaining an awful shriek from it. It fell to the ground and started squirming, so he pulled his foot back and kicked its already damaged head, hearing a snap. It twitched, but didn't move any further. The radios static died out, and James used all his strength not to fall. His clothes were singed, and some of his neck was burnt.

"..What was that thing..? What in the world is going on in this town?" he questioned to himself, taking a bottle of that Health-Aid and dabbing some of the liquid on his neck. It stung but it eventually stopped burning. He put the half empty bottle back in his pocket, then walked over to see the corps. The, what he assumed to be male at one point, looked as though he had his intestines ripped out before he was eaten. The expression on his face told a story of agony and fear.. and he looked as though he was very much alive until just recently.. But hadn't the town been deserted? It had been only three years since he last came here... It was odd, how does so much damage come in only a few years or Less?

In any case, the smell of the slightly rotten body was getting to him, so he exited the tunnel, gaining some fresh air.

"..Oh yea.." he realized he'd thrown the radio in his jacket pocket. He went back to hitting it and listening to the gentle static coming from it.

"Jam-s...co-...I kno- ... w-ting...please..." The static was too much... he could barely make out any words coming from the small red object.

"Oh well... It might come in handy later.." he said in a low mumble, stuffing the red radio back into his pocket and continuing his walk west, back to the main road. What in the world was going on? Now suddenly there were all these monsters roaming around! Those same things that he saw from back in that tunnel seemed to multiply or copy themselves! He decided the best thing to do was to run. These things didn't seem fast enough to catch up to him, and they only noticed him as he got close, so as long as he stayed away he was fine... right? He went south on Neely and checked Big Jay's to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn't, so he continued south until he reached Neely's Bar. One of the doors near there was unlocked so he went through, hoping more of those monsters weren't in here. There wasn't, lucky enough, but there was a map with writing on it.

At the end of Martin there was a Question Mark, a circle at the end of Saul St., and an "X" over the Wood Side Apartments. He noted these places on his own map and turned around. There must have been kids here, as the graffiti on the wall said:

There was a hole here,

but now its gone!

"Stupid Punks..." he cursed to himself, wondering faintly if these odd creatures were those kids that marked the graffiti.. or maybe a few of the once lively towns residents... Or perhaps some unlucky tourists that were so daring to come. Then, as he left the small room back onto Neely, he wondered if these creatures could turn you into one of themselves, like the vampires in books do? Definitely Not. Why would a myth like that be true? Still, these unexplained creatures, this dense fog, the white noise that appeared as those monsters got close... He was at the beginning of Martin street when he stopped thinking, not even noticing his feet taking him there automatically. There was an odd chirping, squealing sound, like squeaky bike tires that needed oil, but he brushed it out of his mind. The radio wasn't going off... Yet.

As he ran down Martin, he found another bottle of Health Aid and a random pack of handgun bullets. He didn't have a gun, but he might as well keep them. As he continued, nothing attacked him and it was eerily quiet.. Until he emitted another gasp. On the ground, torn and mangled was the grotesque form of something that was once human, looking like it had been eaten by dogs. There was a glint on the ground and he picked it up, shaking the blood off. It was a key to a gate, and the tag said "Woo- s-e Apartm-nts." the key had been faded with years of use, but he could make it out. He crossed off Martin from his map then went back down Martin, jumping as one of those creatures suddenly crawled out from under a white van at incredible speed. As it came close, he reared his foot back and kicked it hard in the head, the blood splattering this time. His heart was racing and he was panting from all that running, being so cold his breaths showed in the air.. But it should have been late afternoon by now right? Why was it still so cold and crisp. like morning never ended, as though time stopped for this little town? With what he'd been seeing, it wasn't all that impossible anymore.

He ran back down Neely St., almost running into one of those foul creatures. He was close enough to smell it. It was a disgusting, rotting smell. Almost like garbage, but there was also the sent of... ashes? He rose his wooden weapon and once again smashed it down upon the creatures head, kicking it afterward to make sure it was down. He decided to take a closer look at the body. It smelled singed, and of Coal... was there an underground Coal Mine? Was that why the town was deserted? Noxious fumes perhaps? It did look burnt, it wasn't impossible. He stood up and ran south towards Saul.. the Apartments were closer but he felt the need to go to Saul first. He managed to kill 4 more of those creatures on his way, Not even bothering to kick them- he just flailed the thick plank as they came near. He heard that weird noise from Martin again, getting a bit creeped out by it. He couldn't see what was making the noise at all so it was like trying to find the bathroom in the dark, you just groped around until you found the walls then followed them to the bathroom. But with this, there were no walls to grab onto, you had to use your senses of Hearing to locate it.. He decided to continue west on Saul, slowly pacing himself. He then saw the outline of a truck.. But as he approached he could see more of it, it was a Trailer! And the car that was pulling it looked smashed.. like another car had rammed into it, but there was no debris. He cautiously approached the trailer, jiggling the handle. It popped loose and the door creaked open, barely holding onto the hinges.. Odd... There was fresh chips and crackers on the table, along with a bottled water.. Even the expiration date was for this year, only 2 months away. It was suspicious... but he was quite hungry, and tired as well. He closed the trailers doors carefully, using a chair that was there to hold it closed, barricading it for the.. night, day, Who knows what time it was. He hadn't noticed it, but his watched had stopped just after he got into the town.

He cautiously picked at the bed, waiting to see if any bugs flew out. It seemed that even bugs didn't want to live here anymore. It wasn't even moldy. He grabbed the snacks and crawled into the abnormally warm bed, and laying down.. He really didn't want to sleep, not knowing if he'd be attacked as he slept or just never wake up.. He was too tired to continue running or walking, so he snuggled into the green fleecy blanket and closed his eyes...

"Oh, James! Isn't this the most beautiful lake?" a blond woman asked. The images were fading and crackling like an old western movie, or a burnt film, gentle piano music coming from somewhere. A man stepped into the frame, wearing a red and white stripped polo shirt, and blue denim jeans.

"This town is beautiful, I was thinking about moving here one day, living with you for the rest of our lives.. " his voice sang. It was a happy tone, but their faces were hidden, but you knew they were smiling...

This...

Suddenly, the scene twisted and the blond shrieked, a horrible scraping was heard, like heavy metal being slowly dragged across the ground and a disgusting gurgling, like someone was choking or dieing.

"How Could you JAMES? JAMES! JAAAAAMES-" the woman's screams echoed and the man fell, his clothes had changed into a green jacket, dark blue jeans, and plain black shoes, clutching his head and shouting-

James' scream woke him up, the green blanket that was keeping him warm had fallen to the floor. His face was pale and sweaty, and he was panting heavily. His breath hitched as he heard the scraping metal sound from that dream vivid and close. This sound was frightening, and he couldn't figure out why. It terrified him. Maybe it was the thought there were things bigger then those weird creatures out there.. Would he be able to take something big on? He listened, barely breathing. The sound seemed to drift further away, until it wasn't heard anymore. He let out his held breath, wiping his forehead. The chips and water were on the floor, the cookies at his feet and half crushed. He stepped down and then opened the water, drinking it. He was quite thirsty, and hungry at this point as well. It had to have been into the dark at this point. He heard a siren go off in the distance and jumped, looking out the cracked and ripped blinds on the trailer, seeing it go from pitch black to the fog he saw before.

"What in the hell...? A Siren? " he wondered, sitting on the ripped chair with the stuffing coming out. he opened the chips and pulled one out, nibbling on it. It tasted alright, it must have been safe. So he proceeded to eat..

"Jaaaaames!"

He couldn't get that scream out of his head.. Mary... Why was she appearing in his dreams now? Was it because he'd fallen asleep without being drunk for once? That is memories can haunt him now that he isn't drunk? Passed out on his apartment floor and wallowing in his misery? He ate another chip and drank some more.

James sighed, crumpling the now empty chip bag and throwing it down, getting up to grab the cookies as well. Those would give him energy.

James finished eating and unbarred the door, grabbing the bottle and keeping it with him, then grabbing his plank. Slowly, he opened the door that creaked and stepped outside, shutting it again. He wasted no time in getting to the apartments, starting with a sprint. He ran past the body's of those creatures he killed earlier.. but something wasn't right with them. They looked...broken... like something had picked them up and moved them around, as the pools of blood and the corpses were a ways apart. There was also this white liquid on them, but he didn't stop to take a closer look. As he stopped to rest, he looked inside of the supermarket. There might be useful things there... And there was stuff he'd probably need, like water, and gauze.. and burn treatment, seeing as he'd probably need a lot of that. He walked up to the doors, and tried opening them. Unfortunately these were locked, to he took the nailed end and smashed the window, carefully reaching inside and unlocking the doors. He pushed it open and stepped on the glass that made a gentle crunching sound. It was dark, so the first place he looked was for a flashlight. He looked closely, being careful not to miss them, the dust under his feet gently poofing up as he took quiet steps. He suddenly found them, carefully taking a medium sized one and ripping it open, turning it on as it came with batteries.

"..Is this considered Stealing...?" James asked himself, staring down at the flashlight. "...No-one is using them, and there is no money for anyone to collect, its a deserted town... and I need to survive.. for at least a while longer." he dropped the wrappings then ran to the back, able to see what he was doing now. He looked down the isles until he found the "School Supply Section", grabbing a plain black backpack, a few notepads and pencils. He'd need to take things down... He wanted a record of what he'd seen in Silent Hill, leaving it somewhere near the entrance perhaps, so others couldn't follow in his steps..

It was musky in the store, and the dust was irritating James' nose. He ran down another Isle, throwing a bunch of batteries in in the backpack with the "Journal" he was going to make. He then looked up, trying to find the medicines and first aids. He found them near the pharmacy.

As he walked down the isle, he stopped, having seen a little girl...? There were no footsteps, so he assumed it was his imagination. He carried on, shining the bright light on the rows of Laxatives and Cold medicines, finding the bandages and such.

He saw those unnamed "Health-Aids" with their labels, It was Cleansing Alcohol. But who would place cleansing alcohol in random area's and rip the labels off? He touched his neck and couldn't find the burn... How did it heal so fast? Was this stuff he was picking up Really cleansing alcohol?

He shook it off, grabbing 3 big bottles and stuffing them in the backpack, grabbing five boxes of Variety Pack Band-aids,4 bottles of Ibuprofen, and a First Aid Kit that was filled with gauze, tape, aspirin, and even a stitching kit. There was even a small finger splint in-case he broke a finger. He was worried that he'd break more then a finger at this point. He walked down the isle some and threw Neosporin in there, as well as cotton balls. His back was quite full of things he'd need, but he wasn't quiet done.. He walked back to the pharmacy and hopped the counter, looking for the Vicodin. It was a heavy pain killer, and quite an addicting one at that... he saw all types of drugs that he almost fawned over, but shook his head. He Could Not get distracted by these luring drugs.. Unfortunately he couldn't find Vicodin, and the one he did find was way out of date. He sighed, by-passing the easily grab-able drugs and walking down a familiar section...

He gulped, seeing the condoms and pregnancy tests..

"We're not able to have children ourselves, James... but that doesn't mean I don't love you just as much as before..."

That's right... when they tried having children they found out Mary was infertile... He passed the familiar packs he always got, grabbed a lubricant and quickly threw it in his bag, zipping it up and throwing it over his shoulder, quickly exiting the isle. He grabbed 2 bottles of water on his way out of the store, storing them on the bottle slots on the backpack and noticing the register... It was empty. Just the one closest to the door. It looked like someone quickly opened it, grabbed the cash out, then left in a hurry. Was someone else other then him here? Just before leaving, he remembered he'd need something to eat. He went back, grabbed another smaller backpack and went to the packaged food isle. Most of the food seemed to be in date, of course, that was the canned food. He'd stop to get matches and a lighter before leaving. He grabbed several cans of spaghetti, macaroni and cheese, even baked beans. Once he'd be set for awhile he started for the exit, grabbing lighter oil and several lighters from the counters, putting them in his pockets. Just in case, he grabbed matches. As he was about to leave he heard light scuffling and a door closing. As James turned around he saw the bathroom doors swing closed.

"..Is Someone There? Are you a Human?" he asked loudly, his voice carrying through the empty store. It was very creepy. He slowly walked to the bathrooms doors, wandering inside with his plank ready. He kept his backs on him and put the flashlight in his breast pocket, so he wouldn't have to hold it. "Is anyone there...?I'm a Human.. Not a monster." he said softly, Looking under the stalls. There wasn't anyone there... He went into a stall and locked it.

He hung up his Backpacks and sat on the toilet, which was rather clean. He set his hands on his head and sighed loudly.

"..No socialization... If there is anyone in this town they must be mad..." he groaned, knowing what being in solitary confinement felt like.

He suddenly realized he had to pee badly, so he stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling himself out and relaxing. It felt good to finally be in a bathroom, He didn't know how long it had been since he actually took a leak, but with the pressure gone it was nice.. and so was the feeling of his hand on himself... After he finished urinating, he saw on the seat, a light blush taking a hold of his face as he slowly stroked himself. God, it was so long since he'd done this, that it felt weird.. and the fact he was in such a vulnerable place and position made it worse.. James gave a low groan, slowly starting to play with his head.. Oh how good this was.. He couldn't help himself and had to keep going. He was steadily getting harder, it had been so long since he'd had affection like this he forgot how sensitive he was to it. He gave another groan, the feeling of his hand rubbing him slowly and tightly made his toes curl, forgetting where he was for a time as he pleasured himself. He didn't notice anything around him, he only felt the pleasure that came from his hand, toying with his head and slipping in and out of the slit, giving soft gasps and moans.

It was over all to quickly though, as he had reached his climax so quickly.. He felt a jolt of excitement run through him as he felt himself cumming, spreading his legs and curling his toes tightly as a warm white stream emerged from his length, making a fierce low moan come from the blonds throat. The liquid landed on the floor and streamed from his tip, some of the warm substance on his fingers, making them sticky just slightly. He panted, not having received much pleasure for a while. After what seemed like hours of sitting there, panting, he cleaned off the cum from his fingers and put himself away, he stood up, not worrying about the floor... its not like anyone was going to see it. He grabbed his stuff and walked out of the bathroom, stepping on the shattered glass from when he broke in and pushing the Door open. As he stood out in the fresh air, he took a deep breath, then looked over.. He was close to the Apartments now... How much time had he wasted in that bathroom? His watch wouldn't do much good if it wouldn't turn. He had no sense of time, all the time in the world it seemed, but he worried about that lost time... If Mary was at the Lake... He shook the thought out of his head.. She couldn't be there.. But he didn't have anything else to loose, so he started walking...

At last, after beating in a few monsters heads in he came to the apartments. They were gated off, which meant that key in his pocket was for this gate. He got to the part of the fence that had the lock on it and reached into his pocket, taking out the key and inserting it into the lock. He turned it at it fell open. Pushing his way through the rusted fence and closing it tightly he looked up at the 3 story building. It was run-down... probably why the fence was there, before the town was deserted. He entered through the first doors, an eerie creaking as the old green doors were moved, a darkness spreading as they closed...

"James!"