Chapter five.
In the morning Jerry was awoken by Richard. He told him they were going to search
for more survivors. Jerry was given a gun and a few minutes later they were driving
along the abandoned streets of Silent Hill.
"Basically, we are part of a secret task force. We were dispatched here to investigate
two FBI agents who had gone missing in this area. He were dropped off five days
ago and, well, we were put smack in the middle of it. We were lucky enough to
secure a van. A few other people had also taken to the streets. We combined our
forces to make the hospital team. When the women were taken we moved to the
police station. We believe the FBI agents may have an idea of what happened
here so we need to find them. Our weapons crates were dropped off at the
cemetary, because it's out of town. We are heading there first to pick up the
last of the weapons and look for more people. If we can get up enough
manpower we believe we could hold off those creatures long enough
to make an escape. Your story is...?"
Jerry thought back to the events. How long had he been there? He began
his story, about Samantha and the giant bird. His story took up the time
to the cemetary.
Back in the police station Ronald was grinning. He had to get out now.
And he knew exactly what he had to do.
As the men headed for the weapons a figure was watching.
It barked into the air. Only a few of the men heard it. It saw Jerry first.
The creature bared its teeth and walked towards the men.
"Hey Bull! I think someone has been here."
This was from a small man dressed in hunting gear.
"Them leaves is insturbed."
"That's disturbed you dumbass." Said another.
"Hey, I know what I mean. Maybe we should search the area?"
Richard thought about it. He had to protect the town, but getting the weapons
was important.
"Forget it. Get the guns."
The men headed for a small shed. They had locked it with their own lock
as to stop anyone getting to the guns. While they did this one of them
looked around nervously.
"Uh, I don't think we are alone guys."
"What do you mean? If anything was here, we would have..... AAARRGGGHHH!"
The creature pounced on him. It was barking madly, like a rabid dog.
Two more came from the bushes and attacked the men.
"GET THE DAMN GUNS!" shouted Bull.
Jerry grabbed a guns crate and ran for the van. He dropped off the weapons
and ran back to help the men with the creatures.
He pulled out the pistol Bull had given him and fired on one. Its skin
ruptured in a sickly green explosion. Jerry pulled another one off a
screaming soldier and brought his foot down on its neck, with a sickning crunch.
Four more creatures came out of the trees. Bull yelled out "To the van now!"
The men broke through the creatures and ran for the van. On the way one tripped
and was instantly attacked by a large moth, about the size of his head.
It sprayed something in his eyes and he screamed in pain.
When he looked up Jerry could see his face was bleeding, and steam was rising
from the wounds. The men made it to the vehicle and got in. The creatures
tried to open the doors. Suddenly, a swarm of the moth creatures flew at the
van. There were about fifty of them. They landed on the windsheild and began to
spit on the glass. It began to melt.
"It's acid!" yelled one of the men.
Bull grabbed his shotgun.
"Block yer ears boys!" he said, as he fired through the glass.
The creatures exploded in a shower of green. Bull then put the van in gear
and they sped off, with the creatures in pursuit.
As they rounded the corner to the police station they knew something was
wrong. The car from out front was missing. The doors were wide open.
They drove up quietly. They could see inside from the street.
There were bodies everywhere. There were bodies hanging out of the window.
The men got out and carefully went inside.
The floor was covered in broken glass and broken furniture, as well as
a few dead creatures. There was a noise from the corner and the men whirled
around.
"Help! Bull! Is that you?"
"Yeah. What the hell happened here?"
They let out the only survivor. It was one of the police officers. His arm
was bleeding.
"Well, we were all sitting here waiting for you to return when one of the sentries
spotted a creature. We all sat quietly, waiting for it to pass.
But that idiot Ronald, he had a gun with him. He shot two officers and ran outside.
We tried to stop him but he got in the car and drove away. We thought he had gone.
Then, a few minutes later, he returned.
With about fifty creatures.
Some had small knives, the midget ones. Others looked slightly human and carried
pipes and axes. We held them off as long as we could but you took al the heavy
guns. Eventually we were stormed from the back entrance, which Ronald had opened
from outside. These small lizard things came inside. They latched onto the
peoples necks and killed them. We tried to escape but the dead people with the damn
lizard things on them came back to life. I hid in here.
The rest were not so lucky."
Bull looked in the other room, and shook his head.
"Why did he do it?"
"He said it was our fault, that he was being kept here. He took his briefcase
though. It opened in the confusion and a small bag fell out of it."
He held it up. Bull took it and opened the bag.
"Cocaine. He was a drug dealer. He told me he was a vet."
"He told me he was a dock worker." said Jerry.
"Well, whatever the hell he was we need to find the son-of-a-bitch
and kick the utter crap out of him!"
Bull stormed out and got in the van.
The other men packed up the weapons and followed.
Jerry went into the other room.
He saw the bodies.
Men.
Woman.
Children.
He picked up a doll that must have belonged to a small girl.
It felt warm.
Jerry heard a scream from outside.
The men were shooting at something.
Jerry tried to run but the door closed behind him.
The people in the room stood up.
They looked at Jerry with their dead, vacant eyes.
Jerry staggered back and tripped over a seat.
As the people advanced his eyes met a small door.
He wasted no time in throwing it open and diving out.
When he was outside he rushed to the dumpster and pushed it with all his strength.
It took him one minute of back-breaking labour to move it in front of the door.
In that time the people opened the door and began ploughing outside.
Fortunately there were a mass of them and they couldn't fit through the door.
Jerry blocked the door and began piling boxes on top of it.
When he was finished he sat down and took a deep breath.
He only looked up to confirm that the growling he heard was a monster,
and not his stomach.
He screamed as the giant worm slithered out of the alleyway and attacked him.
In the morning Jerry was awoken by Richard. He told him they were going to search
for more survivors. Jerry was given a gun and a few minutes later they were driving
along the abandoned streets of Silent Hill.
"Basically, we are part of a secret task force. We were dispatched here to investigate
two FBI agents who had gone missing in this area. He were dropped off five days
ago and, well, we were put smack in the middle of it. We were lucky enough to
secure a van. A few other people had also taken to the streets. We combined our
forces to make the hospital team. When the women were taken we moved to the
police station. We believe the FBI agents may have an idea of what happened
here so we need to find them. Our weapons crates were dropped off at the
cemetary, because it's out of town. We are heading there first to pick up the
last of the weapons and look for more people. If we can get up enough
manpower we believe we could hold off those creatures long enough
to make an escape. Your story is...?"
Jerry thought back to the events. How long had he been there? He began
his story, about Samantha and the giant bird. His story took up the time
to the cemetary.
Back in the police station Ronald was grinning. He had to get out now.
And he knew exactly what he had to do.
As the men headed for the weapons a figure was watching.
It barked into the air. Only a few of the men heard it. It saw Jerry first.
The creature bared its teeth and walked towards the men.
"Hey Bull! I think someone has been here."
This was from a small man dressed in hunting gear.
"Them leaves is insturbed."
"That's disturbed you dumbass." Said another.
"Hey, I know what I mean. Maybe we should search the area?"
Richard thought about it. He had to protect the town, but getting the weapons
was important.
"Forget it. Get the guns."
The men headed for a small shed. They had locked it with their own lock
as to stop anyone getting to the guns. While they did this one of them
looked around nervously.
"Uh, I don't think we are alone guys."
"What do you mean? If anything was here, we would have..... AAARRGGGHHH!"
The creature pounced on him. It was barking madly, like a rabid dog.
Two more came from the bushes and attacked the men.
"GET THE DAMN GUNS!" shouted Bull.
Jerry grabbed a guns crate and ran for the van. He dropped off the weapons
and ran back to help the men with the creatures.
He pulled out the pistol Bull had given him and fired on one. Its skin
ruptured in a sickly green explosion. Jerry pulled another one off a
screaming soldier and brought his foot down on its neck, with a sickning crunch.
Four more creatures came out of the trees. Bull yelled out "To the van now!"
The men broke through the creatures and ran for the van. On the way one tripped
and was instantly attacked by a large moth, about the size of his head.
It sprayed something in his eyes and he screamed in pain.
When he looked up Jerry could see his face was bleeding, and steam was rising
from the wounds. The men made it to the vehicle and got in. The creatures
tried to open the doors. Suddenly, a swarm of the moth creatures flew at the
van. There were about fifty of them. They landed on the windsheild and began to
spit on the glass. It began to melt.
"It's acid!" yelled one of the men.
Bull grabbed his shotgun.
"Block yer ears boys!" he said, as he fired through the glass.
The creatures exploded in a shower of green. Bull then put the van in gear
and they sped off, with the creatures in pursuit.
As they rounded the corner to the police station they knew something was
wrong. The car from out front was missing. The doors were wide open.
They drove up quietly. They could see inside from the street.
There were bodies everywhere. There were bodies hanging out of the window.
The men got out and carefully went inside.
The floor was covered in broken glass and broken furniture, as well as
a few dead creatures. There was a noise from the corner and the men whirled
around.
"Help! Bull! Is that you?"
"Yeah. What the hell happened here?"
They let out the only survivor. It was one of the police officers. His arm
was bleeding.
"Well, we were all sitting here waiting for you to return when one of the sentries
spotted a creature. We all sat quietly, waiting for it to pass.
But that idiot Ronald, he had a gun with him. He shot two officers and ran outside.
We tried to stop him but he got in the car and drove away. We thought he had gone.
Then, a few minutes later, he returned.
With about fifty creatures.
Some had small knives, the midget ones. Others looked slightly human and carried
pipes and axes. We held them off as long as we could but you took al the heavy
guns. Eventually we were stormed from the back entrance, which Ronald had opened
from outside. These small lizard things came inside. They latched onto the
peoples necks and killed them. We tried to escape but the dead people with the damn
lizard things on them came back to life. I hid in here.
The rest were not so lucky."
Bull looked in the other room, and shook his head.
"Why did he do it?"
"He said it was our fault, that he was being kept here. He took his briefcase
though. It opened in the confusion and a small bag fell out of it."
He held it up. Bull took it and opened the bag.
"Cocaine. He was a drug dealer. He told me he was a vet."
"He told me he was a dock worker." said Jerry.
"Well, whatever the hell he was we need to find the son-of-a-bitch
and kick the utter crap out of him!"
Bull stormed out and got in the van.
The other men packed up the weapons and followed.
Jerry went into the other room.
He saw the bodies.
Men.
Woman.
Children.
He picked up a doll that must have belonged to a small girl.
It felt warm.
Jerry heard a scream from outside.
The men were shooting at something.
Jerry tried to run but the door closed behind him.
The people in the room stood up.
They looked at Jerry with their dead, vacant eyes.
Jerry staggered back and tripped over a seat.
As the people advanced his eyes met a small door.
He wasted no time in throwing it open and diving out.
When he was outside he rushed to the dumpster and pushed it with all his strength.
It took him one minute of back-breaking labour to move it in front of the door.
In that time the people opened the door and began ploughing outside.
Fortunately there were a mass of them and they couldn't fit through the door.
Jerry blocked the door and began piling boxes on top of it.
When he was finished he sat down and took a deep breath.
He only looked up to confirm that the growling he heard was a monster,
and not his stomach.
He screamed as the giant worm slithered out of the alleyway and attacked him.