A/N: Told you XD Thank you for your reads and reviews. I think there's an air raid siren system in New Jersey but I'll have to get back to you on that one. Hopefully, I'll be able to stuff in the trademark puzzles and gore in this story. And yes, Pyramid Head will make an appearance...it just wouldn't be a good Silent Hill crossover without him. To complement reading, I suggest listeing to SH2 soundtrack, especifically "White Noiz" and "Theme of Laura (reprise)" for these last chapters.

House, characters (c) FOX; the monsters, Fog World and Otherworld (c) Konami

"We'll first have to get out of here and find any empty offices that are open; if anything is around here, they'd probably figured out this little operation. Kutner, you and Thirteen will check out the second floor and MRI rooms; bring anything that can be used as first aid and as a weapon back up here. Foreman will check out the cafeteria." House ordered while once again checking the dead iPhone. "And you?" The neurologist inquired. "I'll go with whoever reports back alive. I am a cripple, after all."

Foreman rolled his eyes before leaving the diagnostician's office. "You are a piece of work." House paid no attention; he was too deep in thought to give a damn. "You know what? I'll come with you."

A couple of minutes after Kutner and Thirteen exited the room, Foreman stood against the doorframe, staring down at his boss. "So? Are you coming or not?" House snapped back to reality and quickly snarked, "Once you get rid of that lab coat; you're a walking meal ticket." House grabbed his cane, his steel pipe and headed outside.

As the two made their way to the elevator, House managed to ask, "How long have you been in here?" "Since this morning. The hospital was like this when I came in; only difference is that people were still alive and the monsters hadn't come in yet." Foreman replied while looking around the area. "Were Wilson and Cuddy already here?" "Cuddy, yes, but the only time I ever saw Wilson was when I told you."

The diagnostician weighed heavily as he limped back to the elevator; his thoughts now back to the Reception area incident. Cuddy or whoever did had unknowingly saved his life with that phone call; everything that had just happened in the last twenty-four hours became real. "Are you sure Cuddy's in her office?" he asked again. "How do you think Thirteen got hurt?" Foreman spat back as he pressed the down button. "You're being awfully cynical. What about Cameron and Chase?"

"Not a peep." In that moment, the elevator door opened and allowed the doctors to enter. "Seriously, do you have any idea of what's going on?" the neurologist inquired. "Why do you ask me? Why don't you ask that God of yours? Maybe he knows something." House retorted rather acridly. Foreman remained silent as he pressed the 2nd floor button. "Thought so."

Along the short ride, House quickly noticed something new inside the elevator: a piece of paper with notes scribbled in runny ink. As he bent down to observe it more closely, the diagnostician noted the peculiar language the message was written. "What is it?" Foreman instantly asked. "It's a note…written in note." House replied as the elevator ride came to a halt.

"What are you talking about?" The neurologist continued, looking to House as if he were just as insane as their venturing out of the office's safety. "This note's written in traditional music theory pitch, y'know, A, B, C, D, E, F. It even starts with a G-clef and has two bars." House was clearly enthralled by the note; whoever did this knew enough about music to try and send a message. "So what?" Foreman once again snapped his boss back to reality. "Nothing, I just like notes." A quick smirk and House hobbled out of the elevator, stuffing the note into his pocket.

Why do I even bother? Foreman thought, rolling his eyes as he too got out of the elevator. Even during the end of the world, House was still House. Both doctors hastily made their way to the cafeteria, opting to simply avoid whatever office made the radios pitch. After a quick fight with a straightjacket (Foreman killed it rather fast, House noted); they were finally at the cafeteria. The faint smell of condiments enticed them to almost burst through the heavy doors but they held down their hunger long enough to notice the bloody padlock.

"Great…" Foreman groaned; they had come all this way for squat. Suddenly, House took one grand swing with his pipe, greatly weakening the lock's structure. "I warmed it for you. Now give it that old car thief try." House grumbled while handing the weapon to his subordinate and stepping back. Foreman's hit managed to break the lock apart, the pieces falling altogether.

The cafeteria may have looked like the rest of the hospital but it was still a welcome sight. Even more "welcoming" were the straightjacket and nurse bodies littering the place, meaning someone human had already raided the area. "Thank God, there are survivors." Foreman sighed relieved as he and House entered the area. House's mind was still stuck on the note he had found in the elevator; the notes read "FADE" and "DEAF" if played in an octave. The hospital had no musical department other than drunken doctors on Christmas Eve, plus nothing happened randomly.

"So what do we do?" Foreman asked as he broke through some of the glass containers and carefully fished out some food for both him and House. "We eat then we go back to searching for Cuddy and Wilson." House replied as he grabbed a plastic fork and took a bite of the pre-prepared steak and mashed potatoes while Foreman took a bite of a hamburger.

Suddenly, a loud wail filled Princeton-Plainsboro, almost making the walls vibrate. Both doctors quickly recognized the sound; it was an air raid siren. Foreman's face lit up as he exclaimed, "Outside help must've activated it; they know what's going on!" He quickly tore a window curtain and ripped some of the newspaper off the glass but all he could see were the empty hospital grounds along with the fog.

House had too distinguished the sound and his mind quickly reverted to the bloody article he had read earlier. It's not outside help…he grimly surmised. While figuring out whatever was causing the air raid siren to go off all of the sudden, the doctor noticed a tear on the cafeteria carpet. The closer he observed, the bigger the tear became. Slowly, House observed tears form everywhere, even in cement walls. "Somehow, I doubt this is good."

Foreman spun around as their environment changed from the hospital cafeteria to a shell of itself; one made up of only blood-soaked walls and rusty steel. "What's going on, House!?" the neurologist yelled through the increasingly louder air raid siren. House breathed in and with an uncertainty in his blue eyes, he replied. "We're in hell, Foreman."