Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Silent Hill characters at all what so ever! I also want to thank Brady Games for the Timeline to make it possible for my fanfic. My chapters that I will be posting up WILL contain memos from Joseph Schreiber. So beware of his journals if you do not wish to spoil the game itself. I'm also trying my best to make it like the game, so give me some credit for at least trying. With a last thanks to Kanomi for making the game, I give you the first chapter...
Chapter 1 - The Beginning
Silent Hill Timeline
34 Years Ago
Newborn Walter Sullivan Abandoned in South Ashfield Heights Apartment
Frank Sunderland, the superintendent of South Ashfield Heights, discovered the child in Apartment 302 shortly after his birth and called an ambulance. The child was taken to St. Jerome's hospital and given to the Wish House orphanage to be raised. Sunderland, for reasons unknown, kept the child's umbilical cord. The whereabouts of the young couple remain unknown.
Frank Sunderland wondered the halls of Ashfield Heights, going about his business, but was focused more on something else. Other people staying on the third floor of the Apartment Building complained about strange noises that sounded like cries. Frank decided to investigate, continuing to hear their complaints.
Neighbors said they have heard it from Room 302, so Frank headed there first. His key slipped in the door, unlocking the main, basic lock. As soon as he opened the door, a damp, rotting smell filled the air. It grew unbearable. Frank covered his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He then pushed on, continuing to look around the apartment.
The apartment was left empty. Signs of packing in quite a hurry was identified. The Living Room was messy and papers laid all over the ground. A chair even laid on the ground, flat. There was blood soaked in the carpet, leading down the small hallway and into the Bedroom. The door to the Bedroom was left wide open. That is where the stench was, as he walked down there, it grew stronger. Frank felt as though he was about to gag, but at the same time he couldn't do it at this moment.
Frank then saw it, an umbilical cord laying on the ground, unexplainable. The umbilical cord was still wet, claiming that the people who were here recently left. Stunned, Frank looked up, his eyes grew more questionable. There was a newborn, crying for attention. He ran up to the child, wrapping it in the blanket that was on the bed.
Frank quickly came to his senses, calling an ambulance. The ambulance immediately arrived. The police were soon behind them. They searched the apartment thoroughly. Nothing else was found within the apartment, other than the fact that it was torn apart and a baby was abandoned, The one thing that caught their attention was a piece of ripped paper was on the floor. The name must have been given to the child without hesitation. That name was Walter Sullivan.
After the police left, Frank took the child's umbilical cord, not saying anything. Perhaps it was some sort of reminder that the world could be cruel in such a way. At least the child was safe. Walter was taken to St. Jermone's hospital to be taken care of. If the baby was still in good condition, then an orphanage would be glad enough take care of the child. Even the broken spirit of the child. It was nothing more than to leave young Walter in a safe instead of abandonment,
Frank cleaned Room 302, leaving no evidence left of the scene. Even traces of the young couple that left. Sadly enough, Frank knew it would be difficult to track down the couple. The Sullivan family just simply disappeared, It was yet another fate with the twisted world.
Taking the umbilical cord back to his room, Frank found a red box, small and portable to put the umbilical cord inside. It was never to be mentioned again. Even now, Frank never again wanted to see a case like Walter Sullivan's. But nothing could change fate anymore than it already has.