A/N: I'm really sorry I took so long to put up these!!! My old computer broke down plus I kind of got distracted. Reviews are welcome!
characters (c) FOX, Silent Hill (c) KONAMI
II- The Long Road In
Along the way on the main street, the oncologist once again tried to make sense of the why he was there; he couldn't remember the last time he had gone into a small town other than tourism. Wilson then noticed his iPhone and quickly dialed one Gregory House's number but all he got was a dead line tone. He then tried Cuddy's office phone and got the same response.
"Damn, can't get any reception here." Wilson muttered to himself as he put away the device. The desolation the street presented was further accentuated with the fall of white ashes, as the oncologist got closer to the first tollbooth gate and rest stop. With no one else present, Wilson hopped over the crossing guard and headed straight towards a rest room.
A quick peek inside and Wilson immediately choked; the stench of putrid organic materials, including blood for some reason, made the fact that he was searching for some bandages even more futile. Better check the guardhouse; maybe I'll be able to call in…he thought while heading westward. The guardhouse itself was a mess but a tolerable one as the doctor was able to tend to his wounds and make a splint for his wrist.
"Ok, now that that's settled, let's see where the hell am I." Wilson stated while rummaging the desk's contents. After a minute or two of searching, he came across a road map that located him in the Paleville County route, with two more gates to go. He also found a small radio and for unknown circumstances, a loaded gun. He stared intently at the weapon for a moment, with a momentary lapse of curiosity of how the barrel felt against his temple. Wilson quickly rgained composure and focused on the map. "Well, I'm here and the nearest medical facility is Brookhaven Hospital some 15 minutes on foot so I'd best head there and call Cuddy." The oncologist thought out loud as he put the radio and gun in his lab coat pocket.
This all seems so familiar for some reason…Wilson surmised, exiting the rest area as fast as possible. He felt as if he had done this before, a rather strange déja-vu. He also grabbed a can of soda, a snack and a first-aid kit to hold him off for the next two stops until he finally reached Silent Hill.
The walk was exhausting yet unnerving as the doctor could hear the patter of feet behind him, even though he had clearly established the fact that he was alone. The fog had become constant and capable of echo, bellowing out the subtle white noise. At the next gate, Wilson made no attempts at making a pit stop and proceeded onwards while a memory crept up in his mind…
"I never meant for any of that to happen…I just felt so mad about (static)." Wilson heard himself talk to someone while he ate lunch. The response was garbled but he seemed to understand; the mysterious person with him made him at ease.
"So, what do we do now?" "We do what we can." The other person responded, its voice a mixture of everyone the oncologist ever knew.
At the last tollbooth gate, Wilson tried once more to make contact with PPTH's Dean of Medicine but his phone couldn't pick up any signal. "Wonder how my patients are doing?" he mused out loud as he stocked up on anything edible. Mr. Pollack should be in chemo by now…Then his thoughts shifted into a more sarcastic tone when he asked himself, "What would House be doing right about now?" Must be hell back home with House on the loose…
But he was smacked back into reality when he spotted a splattering red trail along his route to the town entrance. "Whoa." The building seemed to be undergoing some renovations as black plastic bags, railings and scrap materials were scattered about. The only way into the area was a small rickety screen door that looked just as unstable as the structure itself. On his right, Wilson could see a massive lake that divided the nearing town into two.
The blood trail inside followed Wilson in as he found a desk to locate himself. He tried the office phone but its connections were severed, torn off the wall. "I should still be in the Paleville rte, meaning town is about five more minutes from here." Suddenly, he heard a clear sprint of static noise. Radio's going off, He thought as he finally entered the town.