"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," he screamed, echoed by "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!," the scream escaping from her lips. They exchanged screams for a little while until both realized it would them get nowhere. 'Damn, she's got to be the ugliest broad I've ever seen,' James thought to himself. 'Well, he's not perfect, but I haven't been laid since, well...' she thought to herself. A silence ensued, and was only broken when James could stand it no longer.
"Hello, I'm James. And you are?"
"You... you shouldn't be here," came the reply.
"Well, I'm here any ways. So you have a name?" inquired James.
"It's... it's Angela. But... but you really shouldn't be here," said the girl who calls herself Angela. She wasn't the prettiest girl in Silent Hill, but she was the tamest of the two.
"Hey listen, Angela was it?"
"It was. Or is rather." She held one arm with the other around the elbow, staring at the ground, kicking an imaginary rock.
"Great, well, I'm looking for Lakeview Hotel. I got this strange letter and a photo from this sexy chick who said to meet her there and she'd... well, that's not important. What is important is that I find this...," he searched his brain for a moment. "Mary, that's it!," he exclaimed. "Or Maria. Or Marvin... No, wait, that's not it. Missy..."
Angela decided to interrupt James's brain racking activity by tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt but... you really shouldn't go there. That town is... different. Something's not right there."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Are all the chicks as easy as this Mary?"
"No, it's not that." She gave James a look that can only be described as weird.
"So if this town is so different, which I assume is bad, why are you here?" inquired James.
"I'm... I'm looking for my mother. You haven't seen her, have you?" She gave him a pitiful glance, complete with teary eyes.
"Umm, no. But I must be off. If I don't get there soon, she might start without me. Hot chicks don't like being kept waiting, you know? Well, maybe you don't. Anywho, gotta run. Good luck with the missing parent... deal... See ya." And with that he strolled off towards a small church which was also near another gate, smaller than the first, yet no less menacing. Angela could only stand there, mouth agape, eyes big, brain lost. She watched James wonder off towards the gate by the church, hesitated, then sat back on the ground, head in hands.
The new path presented to James was no more inviting than the last. His whole trip into town, various occupants of the surrounding woods continued to mimic his steps. To top it all off, it had been a good 20 minutes since he's last eaten. He checked the soggy map once more and noticed there was a convenience store in the heart of the town. He also noticed many restaurants along the way, but figured it'd be easier to knock over a convenience store.
Upon arrival into a more developed part of town, through the fog he could see a strange figure walking with some sass. "Hey, wait up!" he cried, hoping to score twice in one trip. He followed a strange trail of blood on the ground, and hoped it wasn't coming from where he thought it was.
Down a dark alley, still on route of the sassy figure, he started to hear a strange noise. It sounded like a radio, but didn't sound like whoever owned it knew anything about music. Not only was the station not tuned in well, but it was a horrible choice of station. Getting closer to the source he could tell whoever chose it was either a teenage girl, or someone with issues. A huge grin formed at the thought of the former.
The loudest the radio got was at the end of the alley, which was ended by a strange tunnel of sorts. The tunnel was half-ass blocked off by skinny planks of wood, but this did not dissuade James, for in the tunnel he spied the radio and the teenage girl he dreamed of. 'Everything's coming up James,' he thought as he crept into the small tunnel. Not only was he getting to find this mystery girl, but this was also his chance to turn off that radio. He reached a hand out towards the radio, aiming for the off switch, when his attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere. Elsewhere was a foot or two away from the radio, on the ground, where James's dreams were suddenly standing up from their place on the ground, revealing themselves to be something horrible. Something unholy. Something like what was playing on the radio.
He wanted to turn and run, so he tried. But the planks of wood blocking him in mixed with the panic instigated by the approaching terror caused James to pull out a plank of loose wood and smack whatever it was behind him on the head. The smack on the head caused the monster with the sassy walk to fall to the ground with a thud. The pulling out of the plank caused two events. One: James was now armed with some sort of weapon, and two: James now had many painful splinters in his hands.
Oddly enough, James noticed that the monster was attracted to the crappy songs playing on the radio, so he smashed it quickly and fiercely with the plank. "I'll be damned if I want those...," he poked the limp creature with the plank. "Whatever the hell it is. If there are more, I don't want them around me." And with that, he left the tunnel, radio, and creature behind, making his way back to the main road.
"Hello, I'm James. And you are?"
"You... you shouldn't be here," came the reply.
"Well, I'm here any ways. So you have a name?" inquired James.
"It's... it's Angela. But... but you really shouldn't be here," said the girl who calls herself Angela. She wasn't the prettiest girl in Silent Hill, but she was the tamest of the two.
"Hey listen, Angela was it?"
"It was. Or is rather." She held one arm with the other around the elbow, staring at the ground, kicking an imaginary rock.
"Great, well, I'm looking for Lakeview Hotel. I got this strange letter and a photo from this sexy chick who said to meet her there and she'd... well, that's not important. What is important is that I find this...," he searched his brain for a moment. "Mary, that's it!," he exclaimed. "Or Maria. Or Marvin... No, wait, that's not it. Missy..."
Angela decided to interrupt James's brain racking activity by tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt but... you really shouldn't go there. That town is... different. Something's not right there."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Are all the chicks as easy as this Mary?"
"No, it's not that." She gave James a look that can only be described as weird.
"So if this town is so different, which I assume is bad, why are you here?" inquired James.
"I'm... I'm looking for my mother. You haven't seen her, have you?" She gave him a pitiful glance, complete with teary eyes.
"Umm, no. But I must be off. If I don't get there soon, she might start without me. Hot chicks don't like being kept waiting, you know? Well, maybe you don't. Anywho, gotta run. Good luck with the missing parent... deal... See ya." And with that he strolled off towards a small church which was also near another gate, smaller than the first, yet no less menacing. Angela could only stand there, mouth agape, eyes big, brain lost. She watched James wonder off towards the gate by the church, hesitated, then sat back on the ground, head in hands.
The new path presented to James was no more inviting than the last. His whole trip into town, various occupants of the surrounding woods continued to mimic his steps. To top it all off, it had been a good 20 minutes since he's last eaten. He checked the soggy map once more and noticed there was a convenience store in the heart of the town. He also noticed many restaurants along the way, but figured it'd be easier to knock over a convenience store.
Upon arrival into a more developed part of town, through the fog he could see a strange figure walking with some sass. "Hey, wait up!" he cried, hoping to score twice in one trip. He followed a strange trail of blood on the ground, and hoped it wasn't coming from where he thought it was.
Down a dark alley, still on route of the sassy figure, he started to hear a strange noise. It sounded like a radio, but didn't sound like whoever owned it knew anything about music. Not only was the station not tuned in well, but it was a horrible choice of station. Getting closer to the source he could tell whoever chose it was either a teenage girl, or someone with issues. A huge grin formed at the thought of the former.
The loudest the radio got was at the end of the alley, which was ended by a strange tunnel of sorts. The tunnel was half-ass blocked off by skinny planks of wood, but this did not dissuade James, for in the tunnel he spied the radio and the teenage girl he dreamed of. 'Everything's coming up James,' he thought as he crept into the small tunnel. Not only was he getting to find this mystery girl, but this was also his chance to turn off that radio. He reached a hand out towards the radio, aiming for the off switch, when his attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere. Elsewhere was a foot or two away from the radio, on the ground, where James's dreams were suddenly standing up from their place on the ground, revealing themselves to be something horrible. Something unholy. Something like what was playing on the radio.
He wanted to turn and run, so he tried. But the planks of wood blocking him in mixed with the panic instigated by the approaching terror caused James to pull out a plank of loose wood and smack whatever it was behind him on the head. The smack on the head caused the monster with the sassy walk to fall to the ground with a thud. The pulling out of the plank caused two events. One: James was now armed with some sort of weapon, and two: James now had many painful splinters in his hands.
Oddly enough, James noticed that the monster was attracted to the crappy songs playing on the radio, so he smashed it quickly and fiercely with the plank. "I'll be damned if I want those...," he poked the limp creature with the plank. "Whatever the hell it is. If there are more, I don't want them around me." And with that, he left the tunnel, radio, and creature behind, making his way back to the main road.