Ryan slowly made his way down the dark corridor. His shoes tapped upon making contact with the stone walkway. It seemed that the farther he went down the tunnel, the colder it got. The whole area stank of mold and stagnant water and there was a clammy feeling in the tunnel that he couldn't shake. The feeling clung to him like a second skin, refusing to let go. He had never liked the cold or the winter season, so his displeasure at venturing deeper into the tunnel was increasing. Ryan's initial enthusiasm had dissolved into misery as the temperature kept dropping. Over the flashlights beam, he could see his own breath billow out. Small wisps of white smoke came and went like an after thought. It was about that point that the shivering set in. He silently wondered how long it would take for hypothermia to set in within these old walls.

"This was a great idea" he said, chastising himself. "Hey! Let's go explore a tunnel that isn't supposed to exist in a hospital where the basement is falling to hell and all the staff are trying to kill you. Not to mention that this is all happening in the worst place imaginable on Earth. Who's fucking brilliant idea was that?"

He knew full well that he had put himself into his current position. If anything, he knew he should just stop talking to himself, see what there was down the tunnel, and get back to Julia before anything unpleasant happened to either of them. But what he couldn't shake off was the feeling that something had drawn him to the tunnel. It was something he couldn't resist. Some otherworldly force had compelled him to go deeper and see what was walled up. But that was just…

"Crazy" he said, putting a hand to his head and shaking out the thought. "I found this by accident and got curious. Nothing pulled me or pushed me to do this. I'm doing this all on my own. Why? Hell if I know"

He stopped walking and stood in the dark tunnel for a few moments and thought to himself.

"Man, I really got to stop talking to myself" he thought. That's when he noticed the horrible smell coming off of himself. He turned his nose up at the stench. "And I have to take a really long shower when I get out of this town" he said with an exasperated sigh.

After all he had done throughout the night it was no wonder that he smelled like he had been rolling around in road kill. He shuddered as he thought about how unclean he must have been. Working in a hospital, he had become used to staying in a state of cleanliness. Being this filthy took him out of his comfort zone. Ryan continued down the tunnel. As impossible as it seemed, he felt that he had walked farther in one direction than the length of the rest of the hallway. He had neither gone up, down, left or right. He had been walking in the same direction and had seen the same stone walkway for the last few minutes. The third floor hallway had to end sometime. What he was experiencing had to be defamation to the laws of space and time.

"Jesus, how long does this thing go on for?" he wondered as he squinted in the darkness.

He got his answer as his light shined on an object in the distance. It was something that was starkly different from the rest of the stone tunnel. Whatever it seemed to be, it stood out like a sore thumb. Nearing closer, he was perplexed to find himself staring back at an old wooden door. Having no other direction to go, he grabbed at the knob and turned it. The old door budged with surprising ease, bits of dirt and grime fell out of the open doorway. It seemed that no one had been through the entrance in a very long time. Stepping through, Ryan was faced with a small room. While that should have been normal, it was what the room was lacking that struck him as strange and out of place.

"Where the hell is the floor?" he thought looking down into the abyss.

Where the floor should have been, there was only a huge dark hole. Ryan pointed the flashlight down into the darkness, only to find that there was nothing to make contact with. It seemed that the drop was immense. The entire area was a dead end. There was nothing of importance down the tunnel after all. Ryan started to turn back the way he had come, agitated that he had ventured down the stone tunnel for nothing. Suddenly, a strong, unseen force came out of nowhere and ran into him. His momentum was thrown forward, closer to the giant hole. Teetering on the precipice, he tried in vain to regain his footing. Ryan couldn't help it. He was sliding on the edge of the abyss. At the last second, his feet touched nothingness and he fell into the dark.

The impact hurt. A lot. He had no idea of how far the drop was. All he knew was that it was enough to knock the wind out of him. Ryan lay on the cold ground, clutching his chest and wheezing. The lack of oxygen in his lungs had a suffocating effect on him. He hated the feeling. It felt like dying a very slow death. A death that one could see coming a mile away. He struggled to breathe as his lungs began to expand once again. Coughing, he got up took in his surroundings. He looked up but all he could make out was more blackness.

"Hmm…must not have been as high as I thought" he said, getting up and dusting himself off.

High or not, it still was long enough to put a dent in him. Taking a look around him, he saw that he was in a near identical stone hallway to the one he had been walking in above. The only difference was that it was colder and more unbearable. He had no idea where he was in the hospital. It was possible that he could be in the walls but that didn't make much sense. There was too much length for the whole area to be confined to the walls of the hospital. Or to even be in the hospital itself. The whole place just seemed to go on and on forever.

"Who the hell builds a stone catacomb in the walls of a hospital anyway?" he wondered. "Probably crazy people"

He continued to walk forward, his only given direction. He started to notice that the flashlight was beginning to show signs of battery failure. The small light had turned from a bright white glow to an ugly orange color. Time would tell how much longer it would hold out. Ryan walked and shivered while he lamented on his predicament. He forced himself not to be afraid. Then again, it was quite difficult to do that. Humans naturally feel afraid of the unknown. But Ryan couldn't afford to be afraid. He wanted to know what was down the tunnel and besides, fear was for pussies.

"All I wanted was a nice vacation. I didn't want to step into my worst nightmare. A quiet get away, watch the sun rise over the water, meet a nice woman and get some much needed R and R. Was that so much to ask? And here I am, falling down a pit that leads to God knows where"

From somewhere in the dark, Ryan heard a sound like feet slapping on stone, making him jump. He forced his ears to pinpoint the sound as he swept the dark with his flashlight. With his other hand he gripped the katana. His heart started to beat in anticipation, not knowing what he was going to run into. The sound was soft and the acoustics of the area made it hard to tell where it was coming from. He could almost swear that someone was running around. Suddenly, heard another noise. It was more distinct than the running sound.

"Hehehe!" came the sound of a small child's laughter.

Turning around to face the source of the noise, Ryan's eyes widened, unable to grasp what he was seeing. It wasn't physically possible. His mind couldn't, no, wouldn't accept it. He couldn't be seeing what he was seeing in front of him. Not here, not now and not ever. Shutting his eyes, he tried to block out what was in front of him, as if closing his eyes tightly and then re-opening them again would clear his head. When he opened his eyes again the small figure was still standing before him.

"I'm not seeing this" he said out loud, denying the sight.

"Of course you're seeing me" came the small voice.

The little girl was standing in the middle of the stone tunnel, grinning a big happy grin. She wore a pale blue hospital gown and nothing else, her bare legs poked out from underneath the fabric. She held her hands behind her back, like she was keeping something from view. Swaying back and forth on her heels playfully, the girl of eight smiled at Ryan. She was missing several teeth, presumably baby teeth. He was unnerved at how pleasant the child was being. But what was making him even more afraid was the fact that he was staring at a dead person.

"You…you…you can't be here right now" he said, pointing a shaking finger at the small girl. "I'm not seeing you. My mind is messing with me"

"I…I…I sure can be here right now" she replied, mocking him.

"But you're…you're…d…d…"

"Dead? You can say it. It does appear to be that way doesn't it?"

The little girl smiled at him then stopped when she saw that Ryan didn't find the situation funny in the slightest bit.

"Oh, what? You don't seem very happy to see your old friend Lydia. I thought you'd like to catch up on old times. Have a nice chat"

Ryan shook his head and started to walk past her. He was trying desperately to deny what was in front of his eyes.

"I'm not seeing you, I'm not hearing you. You're not here. All you are is just a figment of my imagination brought on by stress"

The little girl trotted to keep up with him. She ran past him and started to jog backwards so that she could face him while he walked. Lydia still seemed generally happy to be around him. She had a look on her face like she wanted to share a very funny joke. Ryan subconsciously noted that for a small child, she certainly seemed to talk like an adult. But he shook off that thought. His mind was messing with him and he desperately wished that it would stop.

"Hmmm…." She hummed, putting a hand to her chin and looking like she was thinking really hard. "If I was a figment of your imagination, could I do this?" she said as she stopped in front of him.

Before he could even react the Lydia had wound back her little fist and drove her arm towards Ryan. Her fist hit him strait in the genitals. It took all of two seconds for a sharp, stabbing pain to shoot through his pelvis, crippling him instantly. He fell to his knees, dropping his katana in the process. The large piece of metal made a large clang sound as it made contact with the stone walkway. Ryan cupped his privates in pain with the now empty hand while squinting his eyes. He was also trying like hell not to throw up as the pain started to travel into his chest, making him queasy. He heard Lydia come closer to him and could feel her presence. The small girl crouched down so that she was eye level with him.

"See? I'm real" she smiled.

Ryan tried to grasp what was happening. It didn't seem physically possible. Lydia had died months ago, yet he was talking to her. And she was punching him in the balls. He attempted to stand as the pain in his crotch died out, picking his sword back up. He was still a bit sore but it wouldn't last long. Best thing to do would just be to suck it up and keep moving. But to where? He had no idea.

"Okay…so maybe…you are real" he coughed. "But that doesn't explain why you're alive. Or why you're here of all places alive. Or assaulting me. Or…wait" he said as he looked at her, scrunching his face in confusion. "Why am I talking to a dead girl? I'm not doing this" he said as he started to walk past her.

"Oh, what?" she protested with her hands on her hips. "You think you're too good to talk to a dead person? Well FUCK YOU mister big shot male nurse" the little girl said, giving Ryan the finger. "Why don't you go back to killing more people if that's what gets you off? I bet your little bitch friend would love that!"

That statement made Ryan stop dead in his tracks. He started to turn back around to look at the little girl.

"What did you say?" he asked, stunned.

But Lydia was already gone, almost like she had vanished into thin air.

III

Julia had just gotten the VHS tape to play and was sitting on the bed in anticipation. She was both excited and scared at the same time. She didn't know what she was going to see. All she could hope for was that it would give her some of the answers she had been searching for.

"Come on, come on" she said impatiently, tapping on the VCR.

As if on demand, an image sparked to life on the small monitor. Julia held her breath as an image of a woman came into view. Whoever had been controlling the camera, they kept it pointed right on the woman. Her face was obscured. The woman had her head down, her hands covering them. It was impossible to tell what her expression or state of mind was. All Julia could make out of the video was that the woman was seated at a table. She was dressed like…

"Aunt Lisa?" Julia wondered aloud to herself.

The woman, from the chest up, was wearing a cream colored nurse's blouse with a red sweater over it. Her hair was a noticeable, dirty blonde color. The exact same as Julia's. Could it be? Could the woman seated at the table be her aunt? She received her answer when the woman started to speak. Without even bothering to move her head or hands, the woman spoke to the camera, or the camera person.

"What is it? Still has an unusually high fever…"

"Eyes don't open…"

"Getting a pulse…but just barely breathing. Her skin is all charred! Even when I change the bandages the blood and pus just start oozing through!"

"Why…What is keeping that child alive? I…can't stand it any longer…I won't tell a soul…promise. So please…"

Then that was it. The tape cut out and static began to play. It was no mistake. The woman in the video was Lisa Garland. The sound was so clear for what had to be a very aged video. Julia stared back at the screen in disbelief. She had finally gotten a good clear look at her aunt, had even heard her voice. But the footage had left more questions then it had answered. What had happened to her aunt?

She was obviously very distraught over a patient that she had been taking care of. The description was enough to make Julia cringe. Charred skin, blood and pus. A child that was just clinging to life. Was that what her aunt had to go through? Had she been in charge of something like that day in and day out? It was no wonder why she would have wanted to get away from all that. The stress must have been incredible. But was it enough to make her want to move away from Silent Hill. To start a new life? Julia would never know. She sighed as she went to turn off the TV in frustration. The video had answered nothing. Just as she reached for the power switch, an image buzzed to life, making her take a limping step back.

This time there was a view of what had to be a newer security camera. It was odd because Julia didn't think equipment that advanced was around back then. She stared intently at the screen and her heart leaped when she saw her aunt walk into view, her long hair traveled down the length of her back and was kept in place by a modest nurse's cap. She was wearing the same clothes that Julia remembered her wearing. If it wasn't for the near lack of sound, she would swear that her aunt's red heels were making "click" noises on the wooden floor.

The woman looked like she was in a hurry. Her legs moved in an almost near blur. All of a sudden, Dr. Kuafman came into view. Julia recognized the man instantly from the few pictures that she had seen throughout the night. The doctor moved in fast and grabbed Lisa's arm. Immediately she jerked it away and turned to face the man. Even without any sound, Julia knew that Lisa was screaming and yelling at the man, telling him off. This went on for several seconds and then the tape cut out again. Julia was left dumbfounded as electric snow danced across the screen. What had her Aunt been doing all these years? Why had she gotten into an altercation with the doctor? There were just too many unanswered questions floating around. And watching the footage on the tape was making her very uncomfortable.

"Jeez" she said looking at the VCR. "And I thought you'd be my shot at getting the answers I wanted"

She started to reach for the power switch again when the footage blurred to life again. Julia decided to sit back down on the bed, not knowing what she was going to see this time. It was entirely possible that the tape was showing signs of age. Not letting all the footage play smoothly.

An image flashed to life but it wasn't what she expected to see. It wasn't footage of Alchemilla Hospital or her aunt or even footage from the town. It was another, more modern hospital and the view was of a patient's room. The colors were brighter and the footage seemed like it had been shot only weeks ago. And on a digital camera no less. Julia sat on the edge of the bed as a lone figure came into view. It didn't seem possible. What she was seeing couldn't be on the tape or even in the town of Silent hill.

With wide eyes, Julia watched as the person was captured on film.

"Ryan?" she said, unwilling to believe what was before her eyes.

III

"Man this is bullcrap" Ryan said to himself as he kept walking down the lonely corridor. "I came here for a vacation. Not to be walking around fucking nightmare land, poking my head into places it doesn't belong, killing things that shouldn't exist, and getting punched in the balls by goddamn ghost girls"

He stopped when he saw that the tunnel he was in ended. Another wooden door was staring back at him.

"And now I have to go through another wooden door. Perfect."

Walking up to the door, he noticed that there was writing on it in huge red lettering. It seemed like the beginning of a children's nursery rhyme or something.

One, two. We're through with you!

"What the hell does that mean?" Ryan thought.

"Well? Aren't you going to go through the door?" came an unseen voice.

Ryan spun around and the elderly man stared strait back at him. He was dressed in a hospital gown and hooked up to a dialysis machine. The little monitor beeped steadily on the small cart it rested on. The old man just stood there with his hands folded over his chest. He had a half-gleeful, half bored look in his eyes. Ryan shook his head as he tried to snap himself out of the daze. The old patient looked at him and held up a hand.

"Look, I'll save us a round of twenty questions. Yes, I'm dead. Yes, you're seeing and hearing me. No, you're not dreaming. Yes, this is all really happening. And finally: Yes, you do have to go through that door"

Ryan stared back at the man in disbelief, unable to fully comprehend the words.

"Why is this happening to me? Why are you here? And what if I choose not to go through that door?"

The man raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Wow, that's a good one. Wasn't expecting that. You know, you sure ask a lot of questions where the answers are right in front of you. Guess there isn't a reason for everything is there?" he shrugged. "Bottom line is if you don't go through that door, then you won't have learned anything. But hey. It's your choice. Not like I give a rat's ass what you do. You've got some issues you need to clear up. I'm just trying to help you kid"

Ryan turned back to the door, wondering if he should still go through.

"What issues? Help me how?" he said as he turned to face the man again.

And he was gone. Vanished, just like Lydia.

"God damn it" he breathed before heading to the door. "What is it that I'm supposed to learn?"

He hesitated for a few moments before grabbing the knob and turning it. Heading through the doorway, he saw that there was an identical wooden door staring straight back at him. Without missing a beat, he went through it and the three after that. All of them had writing on them, finishing the nursery rhyme.

Three, four. You're life's a bore!

Five, six. No more conflicts

Seven, eight. Accept your fate.

Nine, ten. Step into the lion's den.

"And now I'm starting to see a theme develop here" he thought as he went through the remaining doors.

III

The last door had made its promise. Stepping through, Ryan saw that he was in a large, circular room. It was completely dark except for a lone light bulb dangling from the ceiling. Sitting underneath the light bulb was a solitary wheel chair. And sitting in the chair, smiling a big grin was Lydia. She raised her small arms and started to give a half hearty round of applause.

"Congratulations. The last horse finally crosses the finish line, huh?"

"Why is this happening to me! How can you be here now?" Ryan yelled to the small girl.

Lydia's smile faded and she hopped off the wheel chair.

"Oh please. You still haven't figured it out yet? You really are in denial aren't you?"

Ryan was speechless. Not knowing what else to say at this point.

"That's okay" she said extending her arms out to the side. "I brought some friends with me to help clear things up."

From out of the darkness there came sounds of limping and squeaking like something was being dragged on old rusted wheels. Ryan started to hyperventilate as Lydia was joined by another male child and three adults. All were wearing the attire of hospital patients. Ryan recognized them all. There was the small boy from his dream, the one with the melting face. The man with the dialysis machine and the burned man he had seen in the streets appeared behind the boy. And finally there was an elderly woman that had obviously undergone chemotherapy. Her head was completely devoid of hair. They all formed a small crowd before him, like a jury, ready to cast a final judgment on a criminal.

"Do you remember me?" asked the small boy. "I was one of your patients. We hung out a lot, played video games and traded stories. You were like a big brother to me. I didn't have many friends, so it was nice to find someone to connect with." he said with an unwavering glare. "I knew I didn't have much time. People with Osteogenesis imperfecta usually don't. But you helped me make the most of it"

The burned man spoke next. "What about me? Huh? All you had to do was watch over me and keep me comfortable. But you couldn't even do that could you?"

Ryan dropped to one knee, letting go of his sword and grabbing his head with both hands. He wanted to deny what was happening.

"Stop it!" he screamed.

The dialysis man stepped forward. "How hard is it to get a dying man the right amount of pain medication? You didn't even have to use it all, just had to administer the right amount. All you had to do was double check with the physician or the pharmacists. But you couldn't even do that correctly"

"NO!" Ryan screamed, thrashing his head. The headache was intensifying.

And finally the old woman spoke last. "Do you remember what I said to you? Do you remember our talks? All I wanted was to not waste away. I didn't want this cancer to get the better of me. I asked for a way to ease the pain, to end it. Young man, you took that wish a bit too far didn't you?" she asked with a disappointed voice.

Finally Lydia spoke up. "And me, I was waiting for an organ donation. Guess my time ran out a little too fast, huh?"

"Please, no more" he said as he fell to his other knee and started to curl into a fetal position. "I'm not seeing this. Why is this happening!" I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WROOOOOOONNGGGGG!" he yelled before his cries devolved into sobs.

The patients all seemed to vanish one by one. Only Lydia was left. She walked over to Ryan and stood behind him.

"I'm…not crazy. At least…I don't think I am" he cried.

"Oh, of course you're not sweetheart. You just have to come to terms with what you did." Lydia said as she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his back. The sensation was so real.

"What…I did?" he thought in his confused trauma.

From somewhere in the dark, Ryan heard a door open and close and the soles of shoes squeak on the ground. Lydia let go of him and backed off into the dark.

"Ah, the guest of honor has arrived. I'll leave you two alone" she said before disappearing again.

III

Ryan looked up and saw Julia walking towards him. He didn't know how she had gotten down to where he was. He was even more up in arms at how she could make the trip with her injuries. But Ryan didn't care about any of that. He couldn't have been happier to see her. After all the messed up stuff he'd been through it was good to finally see someone who could bring him back to reality. He ran over to her but as he drew closer, he saw that she had a horrible expression on her face. He couldn't be quite certain. But it looked like she was very, very upset with him.

"Julia! Oh my God, what are you doing down…"

The moment that he got close enough to her, she lashed out, slapping him hard across the face.

"Ow! What the hell?!" he said, putting his hand to his face.

Ryan looked up at her and she looked back down at him with a cold and unwavering stare.

"You bastard" she said.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked as he reached out to her.

She quickly moved back and moved her hands up in front of herself, like she didn't even want him to make contact with her.

"Don't touch me!" she said, not even looking into his face.

"Julia I don't understand"

"I saw the tape Ryan. I know what you did"

"What are you talking about? What I did? I don't…"

"Save it" she said, interrupting him. "You're sick. You…disgust me. I can't believe that a person like you could even walk the planet right now"

"What are you saying? What was on the tape?

But Julia didn't answer him. All she did was turn her back and walk towards the door. To Ryan's shock, she closed the door behind her. She was going to leave him here to die.

"NO! DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" he yelled as he ran after her.

But the door just seemed to vanish as soon as it was closed, leaving him locked in the chamber. He pounded on the walls with his fists in desperation. Ryan felt his mind snap and he collapsed on the floor, unable to grasp what was happening.

"Why?" he breathed. "Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Are you still so inept that you haven't figured it out yet?" Lydia's voice called out from the dark. "Fine," he heard her scoff. "I'll spell it out for you"

Ryan watched as she came out of the dark and sat back down in the wheel chair underneath the light bulb.

"We told you that you should have stayed. You need to be punished"

"Punished? For…?"

"You're a killer Ryan. Me and the others. We all died at your hands. We all needed our pain to end. But you had to go and do it for us. Euthanasia, mercy killing, murder. It's all the same. Deny it as much as you want. You're a fucking murderer. And why? Just so people could comfort you and tell you 'You did all you could. We're here for you. It's all right'" she mockingly repeated what had been said to him ages ago. "You killed to feel loved and wanted. Like your existence mattered on this planet. We all saw how your friend's and coworkers held and comforted you"

Lydia laughed long and hard.

"Killing for love? How pathetic are you? You. Are. Fucking sick. And sick men must be punished for their ill deeds. This will be entertaining, just like the last one"

"It was you" he said, finally realizing it as he looked at the floor. "The entire time. The phone calls, the dreams, the hallucinations. All you. What…are you?"

"I, we are the forces that be in this realm. I had to set you on the right path now didn't I? It was your fault. It was always your fault. But I guess you just can't learn anything can you? You enjoy your death now.

Lydia snapped her fingers and disappeared one final time, leaving Ryan wallowing on the ground in shock. From somewhere in the dark came the clicking sounds of heels. The sound was joined by the noise of metal being dragged across the ground. And he was horrified to hear liquid dripping onto the floor in large slapping sounds. He didn't even have to look up to know that the Blood Nurse was standing in the room with him. Ryan could smell the rich copper scent coming off her body. It was like some morbid cologne.

He cried as he saw the heels stop right in front of him. The light was almost entirely blocked by the body in front of him. His heart leaped when he felt cold metal graze against his neck. He knew that his time was coming. In a few short moments, the ax that she held would take his head off and he would be no more. Yet still, faced with his immanent fate, he tried to deny what was happening and what he had just heard.

"Not my fault, not my fault, not my fault…All I wanted was to feel loved and wanted. To know that someone cared for me" he cried.

The Blood Nurse looked at him with a faceless expression. Puddles of blood pooled at her feet. She wound back the ax, satisfied that she was lined up with Ryan's neck. He continued to cry.

"Not my fault, not my fault, not my fault. IT'S ALL MY FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAULT!" he screamed in anger, lunging at the Blood Nurse.

He tackled her and the two went sprawling to the floor. The ax fell out of her grip and clattered to the floor. Ryan lost himself as he thrashed atop the monster underneath him. He unleashed a flurry of punches and clawing on the creature, crying and yelling. Even though she was covered in slippery blood, he found it remarkably easy to hold her at bay and assault her. He felt the skin of his hands break, his blood mixing with hers. His knuckles started to break but he was unable to feel the pain as his rage took over.

"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I TAKE RESPONSIBILTY FOR EVERYTHING I'VE DONE! I'M SICK, I DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!" he screamed in between punches. "BUT WHAT I DON'T DESERVE IS SOMEONE PUNISHING ME! I WILL PUNISH MYSELF EVERYDAY! I'M THE ONE WHO WILL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE GUILT OF WHAT I'VE DONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! THAT'S PUNISHMENT ENOUGH! I WILL WALLOW IN WHAT I'VE DONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! IT WILL EAT AT MY SOUL UNTIL THE DAY THAT I DIE! THERE IS AN EMPTINESS THAT I WILL FEEL EVERYDAY WHEN I WAKE UP! AND I WILL KNOW THAT IT WAS ME, ME WHO PUT MYSELF THERE!"

He continued to punch and claw and scream nonsense, finally feeling so much more than he had ever felt in his whole entire life. Blood from the monster splattered him as he struck it. Little by little, he felt the layers of bandages give way and separate from the Blood Nurses face. He continued to claw and cry as the dam holding back his emotions erupted. Hot tears stung his face. Ryan lost himself to his own guilt and rage. When he finally opened his eyes to stare back at the creature he saw that she looked remarkably different as the bandages and layers of caked blood had been removed. The face staring back at him snapped him out of his rage and Ryan's heart was caught in his throat. He didn't know what to say as he stared down at the creature beneath him.

"Oh my God. You could be her twin"

There will be an epilogue. This chapter was one hell of an effort. Some lines, you may notice, have come from the games. The credit for those lines goes to Konami.