The Object of My Desire
Chapter Ten Unusual
The two in the room were silent, a woman and a man with messy brown hair. They walked in the door, looking around cautiously. The woman seemed to be limping slightly her left leg, her jeans ripped and torn and stained with crimson. They had entered a patient's room, number 212. A white doctor bed was in the corner of the room, the bed unmade and dirty. The man seemed a little bored, checking out the blonde girl in front of him who had walked in first. She wore tight jeans and a tank top, her thong sticking out the back, much to the man's amusement.
"Please, Lydia! I don't want to die a virgin!!" He whined, the girl rolled her eyes, and turned around. The man continued to check her out while she shook her head at him.
"Not for all the money in the world, Danny," She said, a trace of joking in her voice.
"But-! My truck! Console me, dammit!!" He argued.
"Yeah, I know about yer damn truck, I was in it!! Maybe you'll be able to get a girl when you learn to drive!!" She said more seriously this time. Their arguing ceased when a loud yell, followed by an echoing thump alerted them. It came from above, peices of the old ceiling crumbling and dust falling near the door they had just come in through. A huge dent was left in the ceiling, pertuding downwards. Something was above them...
"Maybe that was Wade..." Dan suggested. Lydia looked at him pathetically and shook her head again. "What?"
"Unless he dropped something very heavy... I seriously doubt it, Dan..."
"You and yer damn logic..." Dan muttered under his breath. "He could have crashed on his skateboard-"
"Shutup, Dan," Lydia said glaring at him, obviously not very happy at the moment.
"It's not entirely imposs-"
"Shutup, Dan..." She was still looking up at the dent in the ceiling, but he had lost interest. He began to say something else, but was silenced once again by Lydia, who pointed up, her finger over her lips.
"Listen!" The were both silent, looking up at the ceiling. A soft voice could be heard, a woman, but just barely. They could not understand what she was saying. Her voice quickly stopped, and they were left in the silence once more.
"...Sounded like Miranda..." Dan muttered.
"Dan, Miranda's not even here! You're the only stupid careless one who crashed into that graveyard! ...They're probably already at Silent Hill, waiting for us to show up... I still can't beleive you crashed into a graveyard..."
"...The dead are taking revenge... On my truck..." He said, not a hint of humor in his voice.
"And why would a dead person want to take revenge on your truck? C'mon, Dan, stop being such an idiot..." Lydia said.
"Why you bustin my balls today, Lydia? Usually you're the only one who thinks I'm funny-!"
"Yeah, well we usually don't crash into a graveyard, get stranded in some shithole of a town where, obviously, some kind of bomb went off that turned everone into flesh-eating zombies and monsters that try to kill us and take revenge on your truck!" She ranted hysterically.
"...Maybe it was a radiation bomb... or a nuke..." Dan suggested. For the first time Lydia just laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She did not tell him to shutup, for that was a lost cause. Dan sat down next to her on the bed and put his arm around her shoulder. She leaned on him, taking comfort in his presence. They sat there like that for a while, until the sound of someone's running footsteps was faint in the distance. They got louder and louder as a blurr of a black jacket and blonde hair ran past the open door. Dan jumped up and ran to the doorway, looking in the direction she ran in.
"Hey!" He called, but the footsteps did not stop getting farther and farther away. He stepped out of the doorway and out of Lydia's sight. She stood up, thinking he ran too and expected her to follow. The pain in her leg caused her to trip, falling over face-first. Something small and unnoticed fell to the floor. As she rushed to get up and follow Dan, her foot kicked it into the hallway. Yet she did not hear the sound of it sliding across the hard floor as she ran out of the room and smack into Dan. He caught her before she could fall again.
"Hey, babe, it's okay! I'm not going anywhere!" He said, not letting go of her.
"Who was that?" Lydia asked, trying to look around him, but she was gone.
"Dunno... Eh, she was probably ugly anyways,"
"I wonder what she was running from..." Lydia thought outloud, making herself very uneasy. She leaned in closer to Dan, and whispered something in his ear.
"...I've been thinking about what you said..." She backed up into the room, and he followed like an obedient dog, closing the door behind him.