Chapter 3
The road hugged the hillside as if for dear life, which wasn't surprising because the ravine at the edge of the road was steep and deep. The woods were long gone behind Kevin and all he could see was the endless fog sweeping the concrete in front of him. The hills were hushed as if listening to Kevin walking along his stone pathway, making a steady "tup-tup" sound as the soles of his leather shoes scuffed on the ground. He could hear his own heartbeats as they kept up their quick "thump-thump" pattern that was induced by the thoughts of another attack.
And he kept walking
"Tup-tup"
"Thump-thump"
"Tup-tup"
"Thump-thump"
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"Tup-tup"
"Thump-thump"
Kzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"Tup-tup"
"Thump-thump"
KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"What's that?" Kevin asked nobody in particular. He walked in the direction the noise was coming from and a shape began to form in the fog ahead. The shape was tall and looming. Kevin readied the steel stick he had found earlier in the small hope he would be able to defend himself from whatever was coming. The noise was getting very loud now, as if it was right beside him, ringing in his ears. But as he finally saw what it was that he had approached, he realised that it was a tree. A very big and scary tree, but still just a tree. The noise was still echoing around the area and Kevin couldn't find where it was coming from.
Suddenly something swung in front of him. He looked up to find the source of the noise. It was an old police radio that had been left on a static station and was hanging off a loose branch on the tree. Kevin reached up and pulled it from the branch. The radio looked dusty and in need of repair, it also didn't emit anything but static waves, which were still getting louder.
Kevin turned the radio off, but instantly wished he hadn't. Instead of static waves, he could hear the flapping of wings. Again he looked up, and now saw something a lot more scary than the tree. Hovering only a few feet above him, there was something that might have resembled a bird had it not had the head of a lizard. This "bird" was not very big compared to Kevin or the tree, but Kevin was sure that it was a much bigger threat than the tree.
The "bird" suddenly swooped down at Kevin, almost knocking him over as it passed by and glided around the tree. Kevin steadied himself and remembered that he was armed. Keeping his eye on the target he put the radio down and stood so that he wouldn't fall down so easily should it swoop down again. Which it did. He was ready this time, and when it got close enough he swung at it's head. He didn't get it's head but managed to land a good hit on one of it's wings, feeling a small amount of satisfaction as the steel resounded a small "Crack!" off the wing.
The "bird" was obviously injured and wavered noticeably as it flapped it's way away from Kevin up to the tree again. It landed with a soft "tap" on a branch high up and leered over the side, staring at Kevin like a vulture does before the it begins it's assault. Kevin stared back not as prey, but as the animal that was going to fight back.
The "bird" then leaned over from his branch. It's eyes bore into Kevin's like swords. Then it opened it's mouth. And screamed. The scream was like 1000 birds calling in anger, so piercing, horrifying and loud was it that it caused pain to Kevin. He had to cover his ears to stop the pain from driving him insane. Like fluid the bird fell from the branch and knocked the steel pole from Kevin's hand and it skidded over the side of the ravine. Kevin now only had the knife to protect himself with. His arm had cuts on it from the "bird's" attack. He swallowed his pain and whipped the knife from his pocket.
The bird circled him like the vulture, ready to make a final strike. He knew he had to stop it now lest it cause him more damage and stop him from fighting what would be coming.
The two animals looked at each other for a moment, the wind rolling by distorting the pregnant silence. Their eyes battling silently to dare the other to make the first move.
Suddenly the bird dived at Kevin at top speed. Kevin didn't move until the thing was only a few inches from his face, then he ducked below the path of the bird. Just as it passed over him he clenched on the knife and drove it into the chest of the beast. It screamed much like before, but this time it was in surprise and desperation. Kevin removed the blade and drove it in again, blood staining his hand as the bird flailed around trying to find release from it's pain. Kevin drove it in one final time and the bird stopped struggling. It twitched around on the ground sitting in a mere of it's own blood.
Kevin looked down at the bird for a moment. His attention then turned to the radio which had turned itself back on. The static was softer this time, getting quieter. Kevin picked it off of the ground and fiddled with the dials, but nothing changed. All of a sudden, the bird lifted it's head off the ground and screeched at Kevin in a last desperate attempt to attack him. The radio flared up with a burst of static matching the roar of the fiend. Kevin was now very weary of this animal's attempts to kill him and kicked it over the ravine to make sure it never bothered him again. The screech faded away to nothingness as the bird faded to the fog.
The radio stopped flaring and faded to silence.
Kevin decided to keep the radio.
He wrapped his arm in part of his shirt to stop the bleeding and carried on around the tree. After 5 minutes of walking the road started to pan out. He looked for something to show him the way around. After he walked a little bit he found what he was looking for. A sign that read:
Silent Hill. Enjoy your stay.
Carved into the sign just beneath that were the words:
It's the last you'll haveā¦
