This isn't really a story, it's basically someone's who had to live in
Silent Hill. If enough people review asking me to turn into a story, I
may. I don't own Silent Hill or anything in it, if I did, I wouldn't be
writing a fanfic about it.
She woke up to the bright white light of the fog shining through the dirtied windows. There was never a sun; there was never a moon. It was either light or dark outside. Falling asleep in this town was hard enough, but sometimes waking up was even worse. The girl sat up with a crick in her back, she had slept on a wannabe-mattress. She was on the top floor of an apartment, the safest place in the town. Random food remnants and bullet shells where scattered around the small room. The door was locked and held tight with a rusty crowbar. She got up off the rotting mattress and picked up a combat knife, placing it in her jacket pocket. It was time for a daily custom of trying to find someone, or something that could get her out of this hell. She walked to the door throwing the crowbar aside and unlocking the door, taking a peek threw the crack to make sure nothing was patiently waiting outside in the hallway. After making sure, she headed down the hall, down the staircase. It was an old hotel, or what was once a hotel. The wooden front desk was decaying. The used to be red carpeting was faded and torn. Every key that should have been behind the desk had disappeared. Illegible writing covered the walls. She opened the main doors, cringing as the rusty hinges creaked. She stepped outside and squinted for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the bright environment. All was quiet; except for the random mumblings and screeches of various demons in the distance was all that could be heard for miles. She walked down the street; with the fog you couldn't see more than five feet in front of you. Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of a monster in the distance, it sounded like screwed up white noise from a radio. She had gotten used to the sound by now, it was one zombie-like creatures. She stopped in her tracks and waited for it to sound again. It could be in front, behind, or possibly under one of the surrounding cars. It finally appeared in front of her, getting ready to spit a wave of acid at her. It's body was molted and rotting, it could have been a human at one point. It was a dirty off white, with random splotches covering it. She quickly dodged the spray and ran up behind it, stabbing it several times with knife she had pulled out of her pocket. Crimson blood poured from it's wound, it shrieked and collapsed to the ground. For a few seconds it looked like it was having a seizure, but then lay motionless. She let out a sigh and looked up towards the sky, trying to think of life before she somehow got stuck in this strange world. She couldn't remember a thing. Now she was just a nameless, faceless human trying to survive in world of hell. She held up the knife and looked at its reflective surface at herself. Her black hair hang limp on her head. Her face had become pale. She looked like a ghost. "That's pretty much what I am now. a ghost"
WAH that was bad. PLEASE R/R.
She woke up to the bright white light of the fog shining through the dirtied windows. There was never a sun; there was never a moon. It was either light or dark outside. Falling asleep in this town was hard enough, but sometimes waking up was even worse. The girl sat up with a crick in her back, she had slept on a wannabe-mattress. She was on the top floor of an apartment, the safest place in the town. Random food remnants and bullet shells where scattered around the small room. The door was locked and held tight with a rusty crowbar. She got up off the rotting mattress and picked up a combat knife, placing it in her jacket pocket. It was time for a daily custom of trying to find someone, or something that could get her out of this hell. She walked to the door throwing the crowbar aside and unlocking the door, taking a peek threw the crack to make sure nothing was patiently waiting outside in the hallway. After making sure, she headed down the hall, down the staircase. It was an old hotel, or what was once a hotel. The wooden front desk was decaying. The used to be red carpeting was faded and torn. Every key that should have been behind the desk had disappeared. Illegible writing covered the walls. She opened the main doors, cringing as the rusty hinges creaked. She stepped outside and squinted for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the bright environment. All was quiet; except for the random mumblings and screeches of various demons in the distance was all that could be heard for miles. She walked down the street; with the fog you couldn't see more than five feet in front of you. Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of a monster in the distance, it sounded like screwed up white noise from a radio. She had gotten used to the sound by now, it was one zombie-like creatures. She stopped in her tracks and waited for it to sound again. It could be in front, behind, or possibly under one of the surrounding cars. It finally appeared in front of her, getting ready to spit a wave of acid at her. It's body was molted and rotting, it could have been a human at one point. It was a dirty off white, with random splotches covering it. She quickly dodged the spray and ran up behind it, stabbing it several times with knife she had pulled out of her pocket. Crimson blood poured from it's wound, it shrieked and collapsed to the ground. For a few seconds it looked like it was having a seizure, but then lay motionless. She let out a sigh and looked up towards the sky, trying to think of life before she somehow got stuck in this strange world. She couldn't remember a thing. Now she was just a nameless, faceless human trying to survive in world of hell. She held up the knife and looked at its reflective surface at herself. Her black hair hang limp on her head. Her face had become pale. She looked like a ghost. "That's pretty much what I am now. a ghost"
WAH that was bad. PLEASE R/R.