((OOC: Hi, I'm writing a 'new' backstory for Silent Hill, and what I mean there is that just different characters, different monsters (some maybe the same) and overall different story behind the characters, Y'know? Anyway, I'm just playing around so far and soon things will begin to unfold. Also, i plan to make this sotry incredibly gruesome, sad and whatever else you can do so BARE IN MIND. Oh and the reason it's like really short is because I'm gradually getting into it. ))

Story Begin

'Honey? Are you alright?'

The women's thick southern accent startled Jack into reality, turning to the plump middle aged waitress who limply held a pot of coffee in one hand and a chewed pen in the other. His eyes rolled over her, ample bosom, thick hips and waist that were unflatteringly covered by a pale yellow dress, and her name tag was rusted and lopsided, reading 'Lana'.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine thanks."Jack responded sullenly as he rubbed his temples with his index fingers before carefully looking back up towards the woman. "But I'd really love a fresh cup of coffee." His eyes darted towards the pot filled with stale coffee that was carelessly juggled around her chubby fingers. Jack's expression was enough for the waitress to nod and leave back behind the counter. Truth be told he didn't care much for coffee, there was not a lot that could quench his thirst these days, he just found himself wanting that woman's presence gone. Perhaps it was the odd smell of old pancake batter and cigarette smoke that revolted him or her general unkempt appearance. Jack ran his hand through his hair as his fingers now laced around the corner of the newspaper before him, the headline was one he had found himself all too familiar with now.

ANOTHER FEMALE MISSING POLICE SUSPECT FOUL PLAY.

It had been the same for a while now, around surrounding towns females aged in their earlier twenties had mysteriously disappeared from their homes with no signs of struggle. This would be the sixth girl now in the period of twelve months. Jack found a special interest in this case since the disappearance of his wife five years ago, and then the police were helpless. They suspected that she just ran out, perhaps found another man, a better life, it sickened him. His wife was the most generous, loving person he had ever known, they were happy, they were planning to start a family. Jack subconsciously trembled as memories of Nicola rushed back all at once.

"Terrible isn't it? I Personally think they're all dead."

Jack jumped once again, knocking the waitress who held his mug of coffee rather weakly. A short shriek left her chapped lips as the liquid poured down Jack's shirt causing him to sharply inhale, the hot coffee soaked the material and burned the skin of on his chest slightly.

"Oh I'm so sorry, let me get you a towel!"

"Don't bother." Jack stood up in his booth, pinching at his shirt to lift the hot clothe from his chest. With his one free hand, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of dollar notes, throwing them over his table. "Keep the change." And at that beautiful moment, Jack walked out of the diner into the thick fog.

"Shit, when did it get this bad?" Jack threw his coat on, stuffing his hands deep within the pockets, fumbling with it's contents, a small pen knife and his wife's old bracelet. Nicola always wore it, but on the day of her disappearance it was found on her dressing table, she was no where to be found. Jack decided to leave it there, instead he focused on retrieving his car keys before carefully locating the whereabouts to his Jeep. The fog seemed to have escalated since Jack's arrival to the small town of Silent Hill, he had travelled all this way to visit Nicola's parents, he hadn't seem them since their daughter's disappearance and just recently got a message out of the blue, an invitation to dinner. Now Jack got on with her parents just fine, but it was in his nature to be anti-social, he had never really liked human interaction whilst his wife was bubbly, and caring to everyone. None the less, he accepted the offer, he felt obligated too since he never had the courage himself to tell them the news five years ago, leaving it to other family members, and since then had always ignored their calls. He couldn't accept the reality, and still now found himself still refusing too.

"Ah, there's the fucker." Jack smiled as his rusted red Jeep was in sight. As he walked closer to the old machine, looking down at his key's momentarily, his eyes looked back towards his car, a face staring back at him from the back seat. "What the fuck..." It was unwavering, staring back at Jack with a blank expression.

"Hey what the fuck are you doing in my car!" Jack rushed towards the door, he didn't raise his eyes back to the window, but instead forced the door wide open. "Get out you little shi-" Jack stopped, his eyes fell upon the empty car seat, only but a few scraps of paper.

"I swear..." Jack's hand trembled around the door handle, he was almost certain he saw a face. It did not blink, but it had what seemed to be generic facial features, nose, mouth and hollow eyes. Before climbing into the driver's seat Jack paused and sighed, perhaps he was just tired. Climbing into his seat, and slamming the door shut, Jack started the engine.

'Jack...'