Silent Hill: Fear of Unknowing
Prologue
I awoke staring at the colorful foliage of a dying tree, nature's metaphor, a sign, death will always come, you will droop, wither, and die, cherish the green health you are given, the pull of a trigger, trust of a knife, or slip of a foot, can take it away...just like that. Such beauty of death I was entranced in, I gazed with unusual interest, a philosopher, a messenger, messiah, I am all these, but then I may not be, a mystery to myself I am, nobody understands, what they may understand does not compare by the mud on my legs, dirt on my face, or blood on my hands.
I looked down, the blood, the fresh crimson substance which drowned my hands in guilt, guilt of the unknown. I don't know myself, what am I? I stood up, using the tree I had sat against for assistance. I gazed down the road, the cracked, practically destroyed road, beyond repair I would imagine. The smell of the blood, mixed with mud, assaulted my nose in such a strong way I could nearly have stumbled once more. I heard nothing, not a car, bird, or rustile of leaves.
I stepped upon the road before me, another sign, a metaphor, get upon the road again. But my thoughts were cut off as my boot got locked on something, judging my the clang that rung through the air, it was metallic. I stumbled over and smacked my nose on the hard, stone ground. "Damnit!" I screamed, the blood beginning to leak from my nostril. I rolled onto my back and look down at whatever had tripped me up. It was a bike, a motorcycle, which only then made me come to realize that a helmet had lay beside me when I was sitting beside the dying tree, and I realize just how much there were. I looked left and right, along the road, nothing but the dying foliage, the beautiful orange, red, and brown color lined the road on both sides, nothing but tree.
My mind began to rationalize, I crashed, the blood is my own, everything is fine. But then my logic kicked in, what did I hit? The bike was in the middle of the road, unless I pulled the break suddenly, there is no way I could have crashed like that. I pushed myself onto my feet and stared around the road, I looked down at my feet and nearly vomitted. I had fallen into a puddle of blood, and not one of the sissy thin stains, this was a puddle...of...blood! My boots were soaked in it, my already bathed hands were given two more layers of the sickening red substance and it was dripping back into the puddle.
"What in the hell happened?" I questioned myself, however my logic shrugged his shoulders and turned his back 'You're on your own buddy' I nearly heard it say. I looked around more, a remarkable large trail of blood was leading into the trees I had slept so close to. I sprinted away, blood flying off my hands, boots, and jacket. I stopped, I heard something, a scream, I knew I heard it, it sounded as if from the back of my mind, or from behind me, either way, the blood-curdling voice practically pleaded me: "Turn around!". I whipped around, there was nothing, nobody, not a soul in sight. However, there was a sign, literally a sign, old and rusted, hanging by a single bolt. After reading it, somehow, I knew what to do, I began to walk, I walked without even telling myself to, as if some higher entity was forcing my feet to walk, one in front of the other. Leaving behind the old, old sign which planted itself in my mind as if someone had branded it on my list of priorities: "Welcome to Silent Hill"
