A/N: Hehehehe, No Face Guy...To those who played the games, ever noticed there's always a guy who has his face eaten off at the beginning of the game? And the same guy who writes the notes that help you with the controls? Quick side-note. Cookie to whoever figures out what killed No Face Guy.
House, characters (c) Fox; Silent Hill, No Face Guy, ect (c) Konami
Halfway through the first line of cars, House managed to snap out of his mindset to spot what seemed like a large puddle of red paint between the second and third rows. Interest piqued, the diagnostician hobbled his way to the source on the middle road. Once he found it, he instinctively flinched back before taking a closer look.
The corpse was well beyond recognition; nearly 40 percent of his (yes, House could tell it was still a man) torso looked torn apart and dissolved. Blood even seeped into House's sneakers as he poked the body with his cane. "Eww, these are brand-new! Now I got No Face Guy blood all over them!" he whined while trying to wipe some off.
This looks like wolves or wild dogs ate him…but how the hell did they get to an inner city hospital in Jersey is beyond me…House asked himself. Well, no use crying over spilled body parts.
After tossing away the dirty Starbucks napkins, House limped between the third and fourth lane cars and back to the open road in the middle. The fog had managed to momentarily disorient the diagnostician on his current position, not quite sure if he was getting closer or farther from the hospital's main entrance.
He leaned on a Chevy Cavalier to catch his breath, take another pill and locate himself. "All right, let's see where north is," House said to himself before dropping his cane to the floor.
The long end of the cane pointed parallel to him, telling him to keep moving forward to the end of the car lane. As he agonizingly bent down to get it, the diagnostician felt something wet and mildly sticky on his fingertips. It was a crimson trail that led under the car and continued in a direction contrary to what the cane signaled. Here's a dilemma; keep on going to the hospital and report to Clinic duty or follow the creepy blood trail? It didn't take House a second to make his decision; blood trail it is.
He carefully removed himself from the car and fixated himself to follow the red tracks. Strangely enough, the blood paths looked as if something was crawling its way under the cars. Safe to assume that whatever's making these trails is the same person who killed No-Face Guy, House assumed as he limped his way to the fifth car connected by the blood.
No sooner than he thought that, he heard a mildly sputtering noise of a scooter. House spun around as best as he could as he located the sinewy young man that had attended him just an hour ago. It's that traitorous Starbucks clerk I saw this morning! The diagnostician realized. "Hey!" he yelled, catching the clerk's attention while limping towards his target. "You owe me three-fifteen for that piece of sh…"
Before House could finish his tirade, the Starbucks clerk was suddenly pulled under the sixth-lane cars. The diagnostician raced to his position with help of the clerk's screams, hoping to see what had done it, but whatever it was moved to fast for him to catch up. The Starbucks clerk's screams continued for two more seconds until a great crackling sound was heard.
That sounded like it hurt… House quipped as he caught his breath. But serves him right for making horrible coffee. The diagnostician suddenly realized where he was; House was just two parking lanes away from the hospital's main entrance park.
Even through the fog, he could see the perfectly constructed greenery Cuddy had commissioned just a few weeks ago. "Thank you Cuddy and your manicured bush obsession!" House exclaimed, glad he was almost out of the parking lot and away from No-Face Guy, the now possibly dead Starbucks clerk and the thing that killed them both.
