Yet again I find myself trying to write a story. This is my first attempt at a Silent Hill fanfic and I hope it goes well.

Basically, I am just going to write as if I were in silent hill. The character's name will not be my own, but otherwise his abilities and perspective will be my own besides my foreknowledge of silent hill.

You could say this is a mary-sue if you want, but honestly I don't plan for the character to be so. In fact, since the character represents me, there's going to be a lot of freaking out and general wimpiness.

Sorry for any grammatical errors or any plot holes in advance, though I doubt much plot will be had since I'm not that good of an author.

Finally, SH's theme of the protagonists flaws being mirrored in the world will focus on flaws I see in myself. Pyramid head and most other monsters, besides the ones that were intended to represent flaws everyone has, will be missing. Homecoming and the movies should not have featured pyramid head or any "variation" of him in my opinion, since he was supposed to re[resent the flaws and fears of one specific character.

So without further explanation, let's jump right into this. Enjoy.

My leg is killing me.

Scratch that, my whole body is aching.

I push myself off the dark grey pavement and go into a sitting position. I look down at myself and am glad to see that there's no blood.

I stand up, favoring my left leg a little, and take in my surroundings.

I'm on a long road. Mist obscures the road in each direction, and there are tall trees with dead leaves surrounding me. Strange, the vibrant colors of autumn seem dull and devoid of most of their beautiful colors. Stranger still I realize, its summer isn't it?

I shiver as an ominous tingle goes down my neck.

Wait, where am I? What the hell happened? I ponder the answers to these thoughts as I stand in the road. The last thing I remember is driving to work.

Oh god, I'm late for my first day! I hope there's a good reason that I'm here. Did I do drugs and run off or something? No, my head feels too clear for that.

But how did I get here...

A branch snaps somewhere behind me and I immediately turn around. There's nobody within view.

"Hello? Who's there?" I shout.

Just as I do, I hear the noise of hurried movement through underbrush. I catch a glimpse of a pair of jeans and a shoe.

"Wait! Who are you!" I yell after the person.

Their movement through the woods stop, but I still cannot see them.

"Look, I'm lost. Can you tell me where I am?" I ask as I start to walk down the road towards where I heard them stop. "I didn't mean to startle you or anything, I just woke up in the middle of the road a minute ago and don't know where I am."

Still they say nothing. I suddenly think maybe they are the one who put me here. Maybe they kidnapped me and were leaving me here to get hit by a car!

Wait, that is completely ridiculous I rationalize. Who the he'll would do that.

At this point im in the road near where I last heard them move. Their silence is starting to scare me before a woman's voice finally responds, "What are you doing here?"

It is said with an accusing tone. Clearly they have a problem with my presence and I am a little taken aback by her tone, but I choose to ignore it.

"Like I said, I just woke up a few minutes ago. I don't know where this is or how I got here." I tell the voice. "Can you give me directions to a town or a house? I was supposed to-"

She cuts me off and her words sends off alarms in every nerve of my body:
"You should leave. Leave as fast as you can before it is too late."

This is immediately followed by a sickening wet thud of what I hope is not a face hitting something hard, and the sound of something being dragged rapidly away through the underbrush.

My senses kick into overdrive as the adrenaline rushes through my body in an instant. I run into the woods where I last heard the woman.
Behind a tree a little ways in is the start of a trail through the leaves where something was dragged. Streaked through it is the bright crimson of blood, which is rapidly turning dark as the surface of it dries.

I notice it in the tree dripping down the rough brown bark of the tree. It looks as if someone smacked a handful of blood red paint against the bark at head level.

For a second I am scared, but I push that aside. The woman is hurt and being taken by some violent kidnapper.
I take off, following the trail of decaying leaves and drying blood.

Not for a second do I consider heeding her warning.

End of chapter one!

Thanks a ton for reading, I had a lot of fun just writing this, so I will probably be writing more.

Don't worry, he may seem heroic now, but... well I'll let you find out ;)