John walked away from the hulking green mass known as Thunderbird 2 and headed down the street. Almost immediately he began to regret this decision. The fog around him started getting thicker as snow started falling in bigger and bigger flakes. 'Well, it's too late to turn back now...' he thought as he looked back, and continued pressing forward.

John walked for what seemed like hours, blinded by the fog and the snow, when it finally let up enough to see a few feet in front of him. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. There was a dog up ahead. He could barely make it out from the still thick fog and falling snow, but something in the back of his mind told him he didn't want to see it any closer. He stood perfectly still, not wanting to draw attention to himself as the dog walked around slowly, sniffing the ground as it went. When it finally walked out of sight John let out a sigh of relief and continued on, his hand over his gun, and more watchful.

****

Scott, Gordon, and Virgil worked hard and had mobile control up in almost record time. After a quick check of equipment and calling in to base, the boys stood around mobile control, looking at each other.

"I hope John's all right," Gordon said, looking into the fog.

"Yeah..." Scott said.

"Maybe we should go find him. This weather is deteriorating fast and if I'm not mistaking, it's getting darker," Virgil said.

"What about mobile control and the Thunderbirds?" Scott asked, looking back at Thunderbird 1.

"Lock them up and turn on the alarms, of course!" Gordon said in that cheery tone he always had when things looked bad.

Scott looked at Virgil who was smiling and shaking his head. "He's right, you know," Scott said and Virgil just nodded, trying not to laugh.

****

John kept going until he saw a sign for Annie's Bar. He walked up and looked in the windows, but didn't see anyone.

'It's the weather keeping everyone at home. It's gotta be,' John thought and went inside. He looked around then went up to the counter. As he checked behind the bar for signs of life, his eyes fell upon a dark red streak heading back towards the kitchen. Curious, he jumped over the counter and followed it. He was appalled by what he saw.

Dishes were piled high both beside and in the sink. An orange-red grime seemed to cover everything. Upon closer inspection he found that the grime was a mix of rust and blood. By the looks of it, the rust had been there for a while, but the blood was still pretty fresh. John shuddered slightly and finished looking around before finally leaving.

'I should probably radio in and let the guys know I'm all right,' John thought, looking into the fog again. He turned on his watch communicator and tried to contact the others, but got only silence. He tapped the watch then held it up to his ear to make sure it was working. Shrugging, he decided to try one more time.

"John to mobile control. Come in mobile control," he said. When no one answered, John sighed and looked around. He wasn't exactly sure of the direction he came from, and after seeing that dog, he wasn't sure if he should try and brave the fog to get back to the Thunderbirds, but at least there he knew his brothers would eventually show up. Taking a deep breath, John decided to head back to the Thunderbirds.

He had walked only a short ways when he started hearing static coming from his communicator.

"Scott? Is that you Scott? Gordon? Virgil? Are you guys getting me?" John asked only to be met with more static.

He started walking again and the static began to increase and started to sound thick, like someone was trying to speak through the static. John started walking faster and trying to get an answer through the static when he heard something coming from his left. Turning, he avoided just in time, the large bird that swooped out of the fog.

He watched as it disappeared into the fog and was about to sigh in relief when he saw its shadow turn around and head right back for him. With little hesitation, John pulled out his gun and shot the bird. It faltered slightly, but kept on its course. He shot it a second and third time before it was too injured to fly anymore. Curiosity getting the better of him, John walked up to the strange looking bird. As he got closer to the injured bird, it started crawling and snapping at him. Without a second thought, John shot it in the head. As it lay there bleeding he took a closer look at it.

It looked like a strange version of a pterodactyl. It was as big as a turkey only it was all skin, tendons, and a strange reddish-brown goop that had settled in the crevices in between the bones and tendons. The face was a gnarled mass of scabbed over flesh covering the eyes and the beak. John kicked its head and noticed that it had rows of teeth that looked razor sharp. It had three claws on its wingtips and its feet that looked like curved daggers.

John turned the bird over with his foot and just stared in shock. The three shots he had made had pierced through where the lungs and heart should be, yet it took a bullet to the head to kill it. John looked around, checked his gun then took off as fast as he could in the direction he thought the Thunderbirds, and his brothers, were. He didn't know what was going on in Silent Hill, but after killing that zombie like bird, he decided he didn't want to know.

****

Virgil and Scott both locked up their Thunderbirds and met up with Gordon who was sitting on the cold wet grass, weeding out the small area around him.

"Having fun, Gordo?" Virgil asked as he walked up to him.

"No. I'm worried about John. He should have contacted us by now," Gordon said looking up at him.

"That's why we're going to look for him. Now come on, get up. The sooner we start searching, the sooner we can find him and possibly the people needing rescue," Scott said holding out his hand and helping Gordon up.

"Hang on a sec guys. Let's see if we can call him on our communicators first. Maybe he just got busy and forgot to call in," Gordon said. The others nodded and waited as Gordon tried his communicator. After several failed attempts, Gordon shrugged. "Guess he's busy with the rescue."

"Or something's happened to him, either way, we need to find him. This weather is getting worse and I don't want to be outside when it gets dark out," Virgil said.

"All right, let's go then. I don't think the street lights will make very good night lights for Virgil when it does get dark," Gordon said, receiving a glare and a punch in the arm from Virgil and a chuckle from Scott. Together they started off cautiously into the fog.