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Author's Note: The dialogue may become a bit odd in the chapters to come. But don't fret. It's really very simple. Whoever is the initial character presented in the chapter title, will be the one talking first, and interacting with the other characters. If the scene shifts to someone else POV in the same chapter, I will indicate it by separating the POV's with these: ********** Simple no?
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In the Fog: Old Silent Hill
"Doctor?"
Nothing.
After a moment of simply standing there, looking around the one room with astonishment, I had come to the conclusion that I was once again, alone.
Now where did that annoying creep get to?
It was one room.
One. Room.
With no other doors but the one still locked in front of me. With no windows that didn't contain heavy-looking bars strong enough to keep out beak-mouthed dinosaurs.
"So where'dja go?" I muttered, my eyes straining while I tried to find some place in the room where he could have snuck out. A trapdoor. A secret lever. A button.
Anything.
Nothing.
My life's a bitch...
After another five minutes of pointlessly wandering around the room, trying to find the 'secret lever', I gave up and found myself in a familiar position.
Mainly sitting on a little bed by a broken window, with a lost feeling creeping up on me.
"Stupid pushy jerk!" I huffed, trying to think of my next move. The thing outside was silent and unseen. Either gone, or hiding in wait for me to come out so it could tackle and eat me.
I tried to think of the lesser evil.
Maybe it flew away.
"Yeah, and maybe I'll just sprout wings and follow it!"
Your talking to yourself again Erika!
"Who asked you?"
I stopped at that point, find it a bit disturbing that I was listening to the little voice in my head. Much less *talking back* to it.
Standing, I walked over to each window, scanning as much of the outside as I could see in the limited sight. The bars prevented me from leaning out further, so I had to make due.
It *looked safe*. I shivered involuntarily. It was amazing how a place could look nearly normal one moment, then BOOM, and there was a flying Komodo catapulting itself at you from a broken window.
Moving away from the window, I stood in the center of the room pointlessly. There was little else I could think of doing but going back outside. Dr. Stine had vanished, and it looked like that thing had gone too.
Besides, what the hell else am I supposed to do?
There were no phones anywhere, which I found a bit odd.
"This being a motel and all, you think they would have advanced technologically!" I muttered.
Looking around the table that sat before the wall to my right, I took the time to examine a few things.
The one thing that caught my attention in particular was a map. It was faded and looked old, and words were scrawled in thick black ink at the left hand corner: OLD SILENT HILL
Below that was the map. After a bit of eye-straining, I managed to find what I was looking for. Then, I mentally kicked my own ass for not noticing that it was circles in obvious thin red pen.
Silent Hill Resort....
So that was it. Here I was, in this 'Old Silent Hill'. According to the street names (if I was reading them right, I was really no good at that) the motel was located on 'Sagan St.' After a bit more investigating, I discovered I was only a short walking distance from the Silent Hill Police Headquarters.
Only a couple of blocks...I could make that on foot.
Down another street by the Police Headquarters was Crichton St.
"And Achemilla Hospital...there's a bridge by there too...," I trailed off, muttering to myself as I tried to make heads or tails of more of the map.
I wondered if the bridge led to another section of Silent Hill.
Duh...
Shrugging, I rather hastily crumbled the map together and stuffed it into my pocket. Getting back to the desk, I began to search the drawers. Most contained the usual. Some lists of names.
People who stayed here maybe...
But none were familiar. Underneath all that were bills, tabs, some notes of renovation. Nothing really important.
The second and third drawers were empty, with the exception of some drawer lint and a broken pencil. I could tell that someone had chewed on it, and shut the drawer with a tired sigh.
It was the contents of the last drawer that caught my attention.
Laying inside, slightly dusted but obviously usable was a small knife. It was the kind that you could order from a collector's magazine. The kind that folded together like an army knife, with a pretty design on the covering. The design on this one was faded and scraped, but it looked like some sort of Celtic knot.
"Cute," I folded the knife out, seeing that the blade itself was undamaged, and looked pretty sharp.
Deciding to keep it, I folded it back up and stuck it into my other pocket, creating two rather unsightly bulges in my tight jeans.
How attractive.
Grumbling, I ignored it and moved on, heading for the doorway that headed out into Old Silent Hill.
