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In The Fog...
I don't know how long I sat there, trying not to stare at the dog-thing. Having emptied my stomach, I now rested my head against the wall behind me, breathing heavily. Its glassy stare unnerved me, as if the thing were still watching me through dead eyes. A coughing fit startled me, and I clutched my chest. Rising to my feet, I stayed kneeling for a couple of seconds as the fit passed.
After another moment, I managed to tell my legs to move, and I stood. Cautiously, I moved around the dog's head, the tire iron still gripped tightly in my hands. For some reason, I expected the thing to jump up and attack me again.
I wouldn't be all that surprised if it smiled at me and said hello...
"Oh Jesus...," I felt my empty stomach perform another flip-flop as I got a better look at it. From afar, it had looked disgusting enough. But up close...
It was bare. Like someone had caught it, and skinned the thing alive. Flayed it until the muscle and blood seeped through and around it. A small amount of airy smoke rose from the body, vanishing in the cold, foggy air. I kneeled down next to, against my better judgement. The smoke that rose, vile to smell, was caused by the odd heat emitted from the corpse.
And at the point, I could safely say it was dead.
I didn't want to leave the alley, but never the less, found myself wandering the streets once more. Once more, lost in the haze and trying to see through a thick fog I had for some reason, missed to notice earlier.
Yeah, being chased by a skinned dog from hell will do that to you...make you overlook those obvious things!
I kept walking. Passing stores and houses, cars that looked like they had been deserted. Then again, *everything* looked deserted.
"Where is everyone?"
I had walked a while now, and not run into another living person. Not even a sound. No sound at all....
I shivered.
Then I heard it. The distant, faint sound of something catching the wind. A flapping sound, growing stronger and stronger, like immense wings. Yet I saw nothing. The flapping faded away as quickly as it had come, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The sigh suddenly turned into a choked scream of shock as the thing came at me from behind. I had just enough time to turn before it rammed into me, the talons raking my right shoulder.
OH FUCK
The talons buried deeply into my shoulder, and I felt a burning pain, then a liquid seeped through my shirt, and I felt it go down my arm. The pain was intense, but the adrenaline rush returned. Fueled by the burning in my shoulder, and the terror of this creature, which even that had attached itself to me and was nearing my throat with its beak-like mouth. Upon seeing it closer, I could see the deadly, sharp little teeth inside.
It's gonna bite my goddamn head off...clear off my neck, SNAP!
My thoughts were strangely comical in such a situation.
"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME YOU FREAK!" I screamed, holding the thing by either side of its scaly, slimy head. The deep black eyes stared at me soullessly, turning this way and that like some demented animal.
I was on my back now, and my head turned about violently, trying to find the tire iron that had flown out of my hands when the thing had hit me from behind.
"Oooh...," I felt a sickly moan escape my lips, as my fingers closed over the things eyes.
Closed and squeezed.
The unearthly sound it emitted was something straight from hell. A screechy howl, reminding me both of a dog howling and a baby screeching.
My fingers dug deeper, and I tried to not think about it. Tried not to think about the pus, and the blood which flowed from the thing's eyes, and over my shaking hands.
It was too disgusting.
But it worked.
The bird-thing released it's grip, and fell backwards, convulsing and thrashing blindly on the floor. It rolled about madly, screeching and trying to fly, repeatedly ramming itself into the cement road.
I saw the tire iron a few feet away, and wasted no time in grabbing it. Even with such a limited weapon, I still felt somewhat better to feel the cold metal in my hand.
I watched it thrash about a bit longer, then brought the edge of the tire iron down. The first blow connected with the thing's lower back, and I heard a distinct cracking sound.
The spine. I cracked the thing's spine.
It still moved. Rearing its head about and dragging itself around on the road.
Another blow, this time landing it on the neck. This time the sound was sickening. A gurgle mixed with a sloshing sound. It reminded me of someone squeezing a sponge filled with water.
Again, this time the end going right through, and embedding into the ground underneath it.
Oh man....
If I hadn't earlier, I would have certainly vomited my lungs out now. The stench. The unbearable stench. Rotted, musky scent that rose from the wound on the creature's throat.
It was dead now, the only movement being an involuntary twitch every few moments.
I was shivering now, and a cold chill had entered my body, starting at my hands and spreading.
I walked away from the corpse, going to the further side of the road, wanting a better cover. Stores and trees lined this side, with cars parked here and there. Once more, all is silent.
I think that scares me the most.
As I walked, I noticed a large sign pasted on the wall. It was a large picture of a town, faded, but still readable.
"Silent Hill...," something about the name written in big black bold letters attracted my attention. A sudden feeling of familiarity swept through me. An un explainanable sense of deja vu. There was something about this town. This, 'Silent Hill'.
Gee, besides what you've already seen? Noooo... What a smart girl!
Beside the large sign were brochures, tacked up to the wall.
Maps...
Quickly, I ripped one off and unfolded it, gazing at the unfamiliar street names and places.
So I am in another town...
The thought was finally confirmed. It was both reassuring and frightening. At least I knew where I was. Sort of.
Silent Hill. But where is that?
So I knew the name.
Well, maybe I'd be able to find some sign of humanity. I can't be the only one here.
But I was worried. I had seen monsters, and empty streets, and this fog. But no other people.
I was completely alone.
