Chapter 2
The drive to Silent Hill was a stretched out and unpleasant one as always, the quiet music lulling from the radio broken by soft white noise every once in a while.
As I fixed my equipment and checked it twice just to make sure, I wondered what might have been on James's mind earlier. The troubled look he had given me had been something I hadn't seen in his features as of yet. Telling people to be careful while they are going out somewhere wasn't really an unusual thing to do, but underneath the statement lingered a tone that I couldn't place clearly.
A fleeting thought told me that maybe he knew of the dangers that this town once possessed or the madman who was raised there, but I got rid of it right away. It was just too unlikely of an option.
As the afternoon came and night broke, I packed up my stuff and went back to drive my car home. I was careful to drive slowly, since I wasn't really in a hurry anyways.
Once I got home, I went into the kitchen and made some food. The coach seemed soft against my strained muscles and the food tasted rather good.
The clock above my TV read 10:30 pm when I glance at it and I decided to work some more. I placed the dish in the sink and started up the computer in my bedroom. As it hummed to life I gathered my equipment and took out the memory chip from its cubicle.
When I leaved through the photos, none of the pictures managed to catch my eye. The images came out too foggy and smeared. There was no way I would hand in that kind of work.
It was a pride of a photographer to only hand in work that he actually liked himself, so I would have to return to Silent Hill the next day in hope that the weather would do me a favor then.
I sighed and got ready for bed.