It is good to write Silent Hill, and I thoroughly enjoy it. There's a certain level of freedom you get in Silent Hill, as anything can happen. Oh, and on a side note, this takes place after The Room, but before The Red Angel. There will be no Wish House or Water Prison in this, though a Building world isn't unlikely. Who knows, all I can think of at the moment is this place. Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Horrors of Body and Mind

I woke up sprawled about the floor, with a pungent odour hanging around me. It may have been my unkempt hair and unwashed body, but this was a truly terrible smell. Rising, I looked around while plugging my nose. I was in a hallway, white for the most part, with tiles, and small decay in the walls.

I remembered I had the plank, and I turned in my hand for a moment. I then looked at my clothes to see if they were dirtied at all: my work shirt with pockets was not; my jeans weren't; my boots weren't; my hair, though, as I ran my hand through it, was thick with grease. Realising there was naught I could do about it, I began to walk forward. At length I came to a door to the side; I opened it.

It opened to a very small room, very dirty and simple: only a desk and a lamp sat at one end, and a shelf of books at another. I checked the drawers of the desk, and the bookshelf. There was nothing of use, just books and papers. I left and continued down the solitary hall.

I turned the corner and saw a young guy, blonde hair, in a T-shirt and jeans, looking around helplessly. I raised my hand slowly and yelled 'Hey!' He jolted, and turned to me. He was quivering very nervously, and he stayed in place.

'Who are you?' he asked. His fist clenched, ready to fight.

I dropped the plank and held up my hands. 'I don't want to hurt you. My name is David – what's yours?'

'Shaun,' he said, sighing relief.

'Okay, Shaun. Would you mind telling me where I am?'

'I don't know, myself,' he said, scratching his head. 'I woke up in here, and I've been trying to find the exit for quite a while.'

'Are you the only person here?'

'I don't know.' His face fell grim.

I raised an eyebrow, and took a step closer. 'What do you mean?'

'I told you, I don't know. They look human but–.' He trailed off, and turned around.

'You better keep that plank close by.'

'Why?' I asked, frightened by his serious manner. 'Is this place. . . dangerous?'

'Very,' he said. 'They're everywhere. Lucky you, David: you have a plank. I got nothing.'

'You can come with me,' I offered, dreading to be alone.

'Nah, I'm fine. I've almost found the way out.'

'Great! I'll follow you.'

'If you follow me, then you're risking your own life. I'm being–.' He laughed grimly, and jogged away.

'Shaun,' I called weakly. He was out of sight. I scooped up the plank, and looked around. There was a small hallway jetting to the side, or I could follow Shaun down and to the left. I decided to investigate the hall on my right.

There were two doors at the end, one on the end wall and one to the left. I tried the one on the end wall: locked. I opened the door to the left, and stepped in. The first thing I heard was a moan.

After what Shaun said, I wasn't about to say hello. This was an animal moan, a deep staccato of low vibrations. Gripping the plank harder, I stepped forward. The room was like the first one, save a curtain at the end with something moving behind it. Like an idiot, I walked forward. I heard a grunt, again animal, and from behind the curtain an abomination stepped out. It was a lizard, only bloodstained and with flesh. No eyes did it have, but a gaping mouth with many small teeth. It lumbered forward sluggishly. Primal fear enveloped me; I cast a gaze to the weapon in my hand, and I breathed deeply.

With a primordial yell I brought the plank down with astounding force, the nails digging into its flesh – as I pulled back, the flesh ripped off. The beast's back cracked from the impact, and it fell to the ground with a groan. I leapt upon it, crushing its throat and stomach as hard as I could. It struggled for air. Despite it being an abomination, I had pity. I begged for a gun to put it out of its misery. In my mania, I hadn't even seen if it was hostile. I found myself in grief over this. As hard as I could, unwanted tears blinding my eyes, I brought my shoe's heel upon its skull, spilling brain matter all over the place. It moved no more.

I threw open the door and dove out, bawling over my rashness and horror, and vomiting from my disgust. I sat in a corner when I recovered, breathing heavily. The plank was still in somewhat mint condition, which was somewhat peculiar. The creature's moans kept playing in my mind.

I decided that it was surely fit to do harm, and that if it had been hostile, I would have been injured badly if not for my instinctual actions. Collecting my composure, I stood and continued down the hall. Turning I saw a human figure.

It was sprawled about the ground, seemingly recovering. I heard frantic footsteps running away, but I didn't care. I approached the person. It turned: I saw it was a very pale man, with red hair and a long beard. He was clad in robes. It looked up at me, and then I screamed.

It floated up.

'Holy shit!' I screamed as I fell backwards, frantically gripping the plank. Its eyes were vacant; it slowly started towards me. My head began to hurt, but I was too terrified to notice. Then the instinct kicked in. When you see a floating human, you tend to get a little suspicious – Shaun's words flashed back to me in an instant.

I scrambled to my feet and dashed forward with the plank. Rearing back I crashed the plank into the man, and he, due to the nails, was propelled into the wall to my left. He moaned an unhuman moan upon contact, and floated backwards to face me. I raised the plank and brought it down hard on his skull. He crashed to the floor, and reached for my leg. His nails tore into my skin and, though not drawing blood, hurt like hell. With the plank I beat his arms off, and then brought my heel down upon his head. It didn't crack, but he didn't move. I ran forward a bit, thinking the battle won – but I heard the moan again. Not thinking, I ran forward.

I tore ass across the long hall until I came to a stairwell. I darted up it with fierce speed, and once upon the supposedly fourth floor, I threw open the door and sprawled into it, slamming it behind me. I slid on my backside across the floor, breathing heavily.

I heard an animal moan.

I looked up and there was another Lizard. No, there were two, one farther back. I scrambled to the door and leaned against it. All thoughts of compassion flew from my mind. Nothing was docile here. Yelling like a madman I beat the Lizard furiously, and broke its skull with the plank alone. It moved no longer.

The second one was upon me then, and as I turned it roared, preparing to lunge forward. Not thinking, I raised the plank to fight unto death.

Gunshots rang out, and the Lizard screamed in pain. It slumped and died. Shaun stood nearby with a smoking pistol. I caught my breath as he approached and kicked the hell out of the monster. Standing, I leaned on the plank for mental support.

'What – just happened?' I asked.

'Are you retarded? I just saved your life,' Shaun said.

I would have hit him with the plank had he not had a gun, or just killed a giant Lizard that would have injured me otherwise. So I shook my head; then I reared up and kicked one fiercely. It sailed across the room, and smacked into the wall.

'You'd do better to be careful,' Shaun said. 'I trust you've seen those Ghosts?'

'The man?'

'Sure, whatever makes you feel better. If you get a gun, don't bother with the little things – pump your bullets in them. Trust me, if you don't want to die. Austa la vista.'

He walked away, leaving me alone once more.

What's his deal? Is he a loner or something? I stood and opened a nearby door. Silence. Walking in further, I found it was a break room. There was a gaping hole, about the size of the one in my house. Not thinking, I climbed through it, hoping it led somewhere, anywhere, else. Except, of course, somewhere similar.