Naomi stared at the message in confusion for a moment and glanced up and down the train, but seeing nobody else there. She shrugged and closed the message, placing the phone into her breast pocket and reaching up to pull down her suitcase and rucksack, the only luggage left behind in the deserted train. She opened her suitcase, revealing an assortment of clothes, cooking utensils and other such objects.

"Like I'm gonna need all that," she muttered, reaching into her rucksack and picking up a flashlight.

She turned to leave and paused, reaching inside her suitcase again and taking out a kitchen knife just in case any more of those…things where lurking around outside. She stowed the knife in her belt and made her way to one of the exit doors, finding it still unable to open. Heaving a sigh Naomi backed off, sitting down on her seat and gazing around.

"This can't get any worse," she muttered.

She shook her head in defeat, gazing down at her feet and suddenly leaping up in surprise as she spotted a rather large slug on the floor. She backed away quickly, seeing more of them on the floor as well.

"Oh jeez," she breathed, shivering slightly "Oh Christ..."

However the slugs weren't moving and seemed to be dead. This calmed Naomi down a small bit while making the sight even more unpleasant at the same time; needless to say the sight of them still unnerved her immensely. However she did notice a black smear on the floor she hadn't seen before, the slimy corpses lining the edges of it like grotesque air strip lights, leading through the door to the next cabin, the one that the Slug Man creature had come in through. Hesitantly, Naomi stepped over the slugs and opened the ruined door, walking in to find it just as deserted as the rest of the train.

"Guess I shouldn't expect anything else," she muttered.

Looking down, she noticed a small key lying on one of the seats with a small note attached to it. Naomi picked it up, examining the note which read: 'Station Key'

Naomi frowned and looked about.

"Well, given the circumstances I don't think anybody will mind if I borrow it," she muttered, stowing the key in the bag around her waist.

Looking down at the floor she noticed the trail carried on and then veered to the left suddenly, ending at a large hole in the side of the train. Naomi walked over to it and bent down to examine the hole. It was big enough to fit through, barely, and led straight onto the platform.

"Finally, a way out," Naomi thought as she crawled through it, hopping onto the platform and standing up straight.

The thick fog still hung in the air with no signs of dissipating any time soon, however Naomi could make out vaguely the track stretching off into the distance, pondering whether to follow it to get out.

"Hello?" She called out "Is there anybody here? Please?"

She received no answer. Heaving a sigh, she wandered along the platform, coming to a sign at the end.

Toluca Lake station.

"Toluca Lake?" Naomi repeated, remembering her rather one sided conversation with Allen beforehand.

"Silent Hill," she muttered "Why does that keep cropping up?"

She paused, trying to see through the fog. All she could see past the platform was the track, surrounded by thick foliage on one side and a steep drop on the other which she didn't fancy going down. Frowning, Naomi turned around, moving back down the platform to try and find her way into the station. As she approached, she heard a muffled scraping noise in the distance and paused, wondering if there was actually anybody there or just another monster. Cautiously she made her way forwards, coming to a set of green double doors that looked old and worn, the paint was peeling and the windows where so grimy she could barely even see through them, the walls around them where much of the same, with old posters peeling off the walls and who knows how many years of grime and muck covering them. Naomi tried the doors but found they were locked.

"God damn it," she hissed "Is there any place here that isn't…"

She paused, remembering the key she'd found and fished it out of her bag, placing it into the lock and turning it. A satisfying 'click' sounded and the door swung open.

"Better," Naomi muttered, walking through into the station.

Luckily there was no fog in here, but the lights where off and the grime covering the windows meant they weren't letting a lot of light in.

"Good thing I brought my flashlight," Naomi thought, taking it out and moving it around to examine the abandoned building as she descended a flight of worn steps into the station.

It was a pretty standard station, benches and ticket booths dotted the walls and an old sign above a worn door read 'shop' in peeling black letters.

"Creepy," Naomi muttered "Doesn't look like anybody's been here for…"

The sound of static made her jump and she groped for her phone again, pulling it out and identifying it as the source of the noise once again as she saw the flickering screen.

"What the crap is wrong with this…"

She stopped, hearing another sound, the sounds of scraping metal similar to what she'd heard on the platform only this time followed by a loud thud of heavy metal on concrete. Naomi turned about, waving her flashlight around to try and find the source of the noise.

"Hello?" She called, more quietly this time apparently under the impression that if it was a monster it wouldn't hear her but if it was a person it would.

The sounds drew slowly closer and by now Naomi was starting to panic again.

"Stay calm," she thought to herself "There's plenty of space to run, if it's another one of those weird slug men you can outrun it."

Though judging by the sounds it made this was no Slug Man, and as the creature slowly came into the field of light cast by Naomi's flashlight and she let out a gasp of horror. It was vastly different than the previous creature; it looked like a human except parts of its body where stitched on in a Frankenstein fashion the skin tones varying wildly with a red patch of flesh sewn around where its heart would be. But probably the most disturbing thing about it was that its head, hands and feet had been severed and replaced with what looked like giant rusted nails imbedded into the stumps, which were still bleeding, causing blood to run down its body and drip on the floor behind it. As the creature drew closer Naomi noticed that the source of the scraping noise was another nail, larger than the ones imbedded in the creature's body, attached to a short chain which was screwed into the creature's ankle, causing it to limp and drag its leg behind it. Countless other, smaller nails where imbedded around the creatures body, streams of blood dripping from each one. Naomi opened her mouth but found she was speechless with fear as the thing advanced. As it got within reach of her Naomi suddenly found her will to move returning and threw herself to one side as the thing swung one of its arms down, missing her as she dodged to the side. Naomi crawled to her feet as the thing turned around and began advancing again, pulling the knife out from her belt and holding it out in front of her.

"S-stay away from me," she said in a vain attempt to threaten the monster "I'm serious, stay back."

The creature ignored the threat, however, and continued forwards, swinging its arm in a club-like manner once again and Naomi dodged to the side. The thing continued its assault, its movements slow but undoubtedly heavy as it cracked the ground with a single blow. Naomi soon found herself up against a wall and ducked just in time as the monster threw another swing at her, its nailed hand bursting through the plaster like a sheet of paper. However the creature's arm seemed to be stuck as it tried to tug it free with little success. Seeing her opportunity, Naomi scrambled to her feet and ran, finding a door at the other end of the room that looked like an exit. She tried to open it but found it was locked.

"Oh geez, come on," she moaned, slamming her fists against the door.

She fished around in her bag, trying to find the key once again as the monster finally wrenched its arm free of the wall, turning again the advance towards her.

"Come on, come on, come on," Naomi muttered frantically, finally finding it and attempting to fit it into the lock, which proved difficult in her panicked state.

The creature drew nearer, raising its arm to strike just as Naomi pushed the key into the lock and quickly turned it, almost falling through the door and running out the other side into a deserted car park.

Having made her escape Naomi ran, still hearing the ominous scraping caused by the creature's shackle as it tried to pursue her, but was far too slow to keep up and was soon lost within the fog as the static from her phone died. Naomi reached a stretch of road and collapsed to her knees upon it, gasping for breath from the sudden sprint and panic. She looked over her shoulder but couldn't see any signs of the creature following her. She then noticed a billboard by the side of the road, just next to where it turned off to the station's car park. She walked up to it, turning off her flashlight and placing it in her satchel as she approached as there was little need for it out here. The billboard showed a map, dominated on the right hand side by Toluca Lake with two halves of a town set around the edge to the north and south, connected by a long road which snaked around the edge of the lake and bridged across it as it cut between the two halves of the town. Naomi examined the top of the billboard, finding the word 'Silent Hill' written across the top.

"Silent Hill again," Naomi muttered, getting used to the word now so that is sounded less like a name and more like a word of its own meaning.

She eventually found the station on the map, finding it to be just near a fork where the road split and carried on away from the lake instead, finding herself to be a short ways along the fork which she identified as Nathan Avenue with the north turn of the fork marked as West Sandford St.

"There's gotta be someone in that town, maybe even someone who can tell me what the hell is going on here," she muttered, looking down the road for any signs of life.

Finding none she began to walk along the road, pausing for a second before taking out her phone and taking a picture of the map, including a closer view of the southern and northern parts of the town so that she could see the details better, and storing it in her phone for use later and continued along the road.

The trip was uneventful but the thick fog left her field of vision too small to make out how far she had come and how far she had yet to go and almost certainly hid any more of those hideous creatures within it. Once or twice Naomi could have sworn that the darker patches of the swirling fog was the shadow of another Slug Man or perhaps one of those Nail Headed things coming towards her, but was proven only to be the result of paranoia. Naomi took several deep breaths to try and calm herself, reassuring herself that perhaps the station was the only place where those monsters where. The idea dawned on her that they must have been the reason that the train was deserted, so why had nobody bothered to alert her to the danger, unless of course it was a situation of 'every man for himself'. It still seemed like an unusually speedy and clean evacuation as there was no discarded luggage anywhere; in fact it had been fairly spotless for a derelict station. And there was still the question of where the hell these things had come from.

"At the very least," Naomi thought to herself "Things can't get much weirder that they are already."

Within a few short steps, this statement was to be proven completely and utterly wrong.

"What the hell?" Naomi could barely contain her disbelief as she drew closer to the anomaly before her.

At first she caught glimpses of rubble through the fog, then thick cracks in the asphalt. It wasn't until she drew closer, and crossed over onto the concrete of a bridge littered with similar such marks that she saw, to her horror, that the whole thing had apparently collapsed. Naomi stopped, staring into an endless white abyss before her hardly daring to believe what she was seeing. She must have stood there for a good five minutes staring into it, unable to comprehend just what she was seeing. Finally, she took a slow step backwards, her head shaking in disbelief.

"This isn't happening," she muttered "This isn't happening, no way."

She faltered, hearing the faint traces of static once again. She reached for her phone, pulling it out to see that, once again, it was going haywire.

"God damn it," she muttered under her breath, tapping the screen as if that would help "What's wrong with this thing?"

The faint sound of metal scraping against stone cut her off, coming closer at the same rate the static grew louder.

"You're….You're joking,"

Naomi turned around, her face slowly turning pale as she saw that the Nail Head monster had indeed followed and caught up with her. Its dismembered body came into view through the mist as it limped towards her, the large Nail weighing it down carving a soft line in the asphalt behind it. Naomi made to run past it when she noticed that it wasn't just the one Nail Head coming towards her as the first one paused but the scraping still continued and a second Nail Head came into view through the fog. Naomi panicked and retreated a few steps before suddenly remembering that there was a sheer drop into an icy cold lake behind her and stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder to stare back at the abyss behind her.

The monsters seemed to have stopped and were merely gazing at her; or at least they seemed to be given their lack of actual heads, let alone facial features. Naomi took a few short breaths, staring between the two creatures that now stood side by side. As far as Naomi could tell she had all of 2 options, jump off the edge into a cold and watery grave or let these two club the life out of her with the most unsanitary tools possible. Not a pleasant way to go either way.

Naomi reached for her knife, pulling it out and gripping it tightly in one hand. She took another minute to remind her feet of what they were supposed to do and took off towards the two monsters. Seemingly caught by surprise, the Nail Heads didn't react until Naomi plunged the knife into the chest of the one closest to her, screwing her eyes up tight and gritting her teeth as she felt the metal sink into the creature's flesh. She jerked the weapon out roughly, blood spraying from the creature and up her arm as she barged past the dazed creature. The Nail Head lashed out, but Naomi was already passed it and the creature's attack landed instead on its partner, knocking it back and causing it to lose balance on its makeshift legs. The two monsters flailed about, one on the floor and unable to get to its feet and the other in pain but unable to do anything to stem the blood gushing from it, but Naomi didn't look back to check, she just carried on running as fast as she could, barely even noticing when she took a right turn when the road split onto Sandford St. All she cared about was putting as much distance between herself and the two creatures behind her as possible.

Even if the creatures were slow, Naomi still ran at full pelt and her progress was only halted when something soft and heavy collided with her foot and she fell forward, landing on her elbow as the knife flew out of her hand. She gave a brief cry of pain, cradling her bruised arm as she crawled off whatever it was she'd fallen over. After a few short breaths Naomi got onto her knees, letting go of her bruised elbow and looking behind her at what she'd fallen over, letting out yet another in a long series of screams as she saw she'd just fallen over a human body.

Naomi scuttled away without bothering to stand up, staring at the dead form on the road in front of her. Once her panic had subsided, she began to notice something about the corpse, mainly that the blood spilling from it and onto the road was still slick and shiny, some of it having rubbed off onto her jeans and sleeves when she fell over it, meaning it was still fresh. She moved closer to the body nervously as though it would suddenly jump up at any moment, wondering if this poor soul had been caught by the gracefully slow monsters that seemed to have taken over the station. But closer inspection proved that this person had not been killed by the heavy beating of giant nails or by acid, even though his face was horribly mangled and unrecognizable there where several fresh stab wounds over his back and, judging by the blood pooled underneath him, his front as well. Upon realizing this, Naomi retreated once more, this time scrambling to her feet and turning to run in the other direction but barely making it more than a few feet before she inevitable dropped to her knees again as they turned to jelly with fear and panic. She then noticed something on the road by her hand, a worn crumpled piece of paper, damp with blood and with a single faded message splashed across it as though in a hurry.

'The Ripper is coming and he's coming for you'

This message sent a fresh chill down Naomi's spine and she somehow found herself able to stand again, finding her knife lying beside the note and hastily picking it up as she began to put as much distance as she could between herself and the corpse behind her.