Chapter 2
The car slowly slid through the streets of Silent Hill. 'Love Rollercoaster' by the Ohio Players pumped from the speakers of the vehicle as the driver searched for a parking space. It didn't take long, as the entire place was practically deserted. It struck the driver as being very odd that the town was so empty, with a big story like this going on.
He pulled a notebook from his pocket and wrote 'Town deserted?' slowly in black biro. He flipped the notebook shut and returned it to the confines of his jean pocket. He took the briefcase from the opposite seat and clicked it open. The laptop within was still in one piece, along with his digital camera. His pens and notebooks he wasn't so worried about, because they didn't cost several thousand dollars. He snapped the case shut and swung the car door open. It was time to find the crime scene.
When he arrived at the church it became clear why there was nobody around. The entire town, it seemed, had come out here to rubber-neck the church. The yellow police lines tied up the street and were holding the church hostage as the driver pushed his way through the crowd towards the blue suited cop on the other side of the yellow barrier.
'Sir, Sir' the driver shouted above the crowd in a heavy English accent 'Could I have a moment of your time please?'
The cop pretended not to hear, or didn't hear, and continued to hold the crowd back. The driver tried again.
'Hey, Hey over here' the cop looked over at him, but his expression was hidden behind dark sunglasses.
'Nothin to see here pal. Move it along before I book the lot of ya.' The crowd grumbled and began to disperse, irritated that nothing had happened. The driver was still trying to get the cops attention.
'Hey, could I talk to you for a second? I'm a journalist from the county paper and I'd like to ask you some questions about the shootings..'
The cop stopped and looked him up and down. A perplexed eyebrow raised above the sunglasses on his golfball shaped head.
'You're no journalist. You ain't got no suit. All journalists are supposed to wear suits.'
'I'm a freelancer. I wrote an article last month?....' the cop shook his head '.About the conditions of the Brahms highway effecting the car crash that happened? My name is Jack Turner?...' The cop continued to stare blankly. Obviously this was going no-where 'Can I speak to the officer in charge of the investigation?'
The cop shrugged and walked off. Perhaps getting more information could be more difficult than it first seemed..
The car slowly slid through the streets of Silent Hill. 'Love Rollercoaster' by the Ohio Players pumped from the speakers of the vehicle as the driver searched for a parking space. It didn't take long, as the entire place was practically deserted. It struck the driver as being very odd that the town was so empty, with a big story like this going on.
He pulled a notebook from his pocket and wrote 'Town deserted?' slowly in black biro. He flipped the notebook shut and returned it to the confines of his jean pocket. He took the briefcase from the opposite seat and clicked it open. The laptop within was still in one piece, along with his digital camera. His pens and notebooks he wasn't so worried about, because they didn't cost several thousand dollars. He snapped the case shut and swung the car door open. It was time to find the crime scene.
When he arrived at the church it became clear why there was nobody around. The entire town, it seemed, had come out here to rubber-neck the church. The yellow police lines tied up the street and were holding the church hostage as the driver pushed his way through the crowd towards the blue suited cop on the other side of the yellow barrier.
'Sir, Sir' the driver shouted above the crowd in a heavy English accent 'Could I have a moment of your time please?'
The cop pretended not to hear, or didn't hear, and continued to hold the crowd back. The driver tried again.
'Hey, Hey over here' the cop looked over at him, but his expression was hidden behind dark sunglasses.
'Nothin to see here pal. Move it along before I book the lot of ya.' The crowd grumbled and began to disperse, irritated that nothing had happened. The driver was still trying to get the cops attention.
'Hey, could I talk to you for a second? I'm a journalist from the county paper and I'd like to ask you some questions about the shootings..'
The cop stopped and looked him up and down. A perplexed eyebrow raised above the sunglasses on his golfball shaped head.
'You're no journalist. You ain't got no suit. All journalists are supposed to wear suits.'
'I'm a freelancer. I wrote an article last month?....' the cop shook his head '.About the conditions of the Brahms highway effecting the car crash that happened? My name is Jack Turner?...' The cop continued to stare blankly. Obviously this was going no-where 'Can I speak to the officer in charge of the investigation?'
The cop shrugged and walked off. Perhaps getting more information could be more difficult than it first seemed..