We Are Not Forgiven But yet We Are Forgotten
The sirens began wailing loudly echoing through the empty streets and forgotten buildings, as the fog became denser and shadows creped from there corners. And as if it where Gods Day of Judgment, the sky became an unholy black, the people condemned to live in Silent Hill ran from the darkness as if they could out run there sins. They ran to the safety of there so called "holy" church, and so they crawled back into there hole of sanctuary where they would pray and out wait the judgment of God, as Hell released it's demons who where like no other, but really what these people did not see is that these so-called demons where God's, this indeed was God's wrath, all sinners who came across or have been trapped in Silent Hill are punished for there sins and the creatures here are sure of it that no being goes un-punished. The already dead world of Silent Hill began to decay even more as wall's peeled and charred as if they where being burned away until there was nothing left but black remains and everything went darker then night, this was certainly worse then hell. If a person was caught out in this and did not make it to the church in time then the God's would find them and kill them in way's more brutal then a mere mortal could ever comprehend or imagine. The church doors shut and where locked as the final speck of light went out and rain that stung the skin fell from the blackness. It's to bad I was the one left outside, may whatever God above have mercy on me. I continue to walk into a never ending torture as I hear the Executioners sword scarping against the ground, the sound pierces my ears it is worse then white noise or nails against a chalkboard. I wish to run but where do you run when you can not see, all I simply wish to do is sleep in peace.