Not Tomorrow

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He dozed off. The elevator had been going upwards for what seemed like forever. It was still going upwards..

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"Feet..? ..Another person! Help me! Please help me!" He screamed. He looked upwards at the person. It was some kind of hooded figure. Harry tried to figure out what it was. "Please help me! Get me off these---" Just then he noticed the spikes no longer existed. He got up and saw a few more of the hooded figures.. "There must be about 5 of you here. What's your name--" He looked above its head and saw many, many more hooded figures. "No.. Not five.. Fifty.. No.. More than a hundred.. Thousands! Where did you all come from? This must be the place.. I don't know for sure, though."

The hooded figures started to chant and they cleared a space for him to walk. The sight in the horizon horrified him.. Huge, skyscraper sized cylinders working away far off into the distance. Huge wheels and fans into the sky spinning and spinning. "This is the place. I know it must be."

The hooded figures disappeared. He noticed their chanting was high pitched.. "These must be boys." he said to himself. They kneeled to the strange metal grating flooring which also had fans spinning underneath it. Strangely, as weird and horrifying the sight below him, he feared it not. He walked down the path which was now set by large, towering walls. A glowing door was at the end of the path. He ran and ran and ran and ran..

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..And woke up. Something had rattled. It was the elevator. He looked at the floor displayer on the wall of the elevator. His sight must've been deceiving him. It said "99F". "The 99th floor!? What's wrong with this elevator?! There isn't a 99th floor!" He thought to himself aloud. The rusty, dirty elevator doors opened up and he stepped outside them. The room started to rattle, especially under his feet. It was like an earthquake. It stopped shortly afterwards. He looked around. Endless hallways left and right to him. One door ahead. He figured if he tried trekking down one side of the hallway, he would find nothing and become confused about where he was. Perhaps if he tried to get back, there would be no exit. Stuck in an endless hallway forever. He opened the door in front of him. Something was growling... Something that looked like a very tall person.. Except it had a huge hammer for a neck and head, bloody, pumping veins coming out of the big hammer head connecting to its right arm -- which was made out of some kind of double pointed rusted metal, like the back of a hammer -- and its left arm was some huge metal block used for pounding. Harry noticed that it looked like it was feasting upon.. Upon.. A pile of corpses. Blood and bones were flying left and right. It made horrible, disgusting slurping noises and it banged its hammer shaped head against the walls. Suddenly, it stopped "eating", or whatever it was doing, and looked towards Harry. It gurgled grotesquely and then resumed gorging upon the faceless, burned, deformed, naked dead people. When it was finished, it looked to its left at something. It moved out of the way and next to it was something very strange. It looked like a small butcher. Child-sized, but wearing a huge pyramid-shaped helmet that reached up to the top of the massive hammer creature. It snatched a long looking knife from the ground, then adjusted its rusted helmet with its free hand. The knife was about as long as your arm. It moaned and start marching over towards Harry. Harry noticed that the hammer creature had finished gorging again and another pyramid child with another long knife had been formed.

It was creating these things out of the pile of corpses! Harry coughed hard and covered his mouth in disgust after absorbing the incident. Something cut his left leg and he went down to the dark ground as he screamed and clutched his injured, bleeding flesh. He looked up at the pyramid children. Another was about to strike. He kicked that one into the twitching hammer creature. 2 more pyramid children formed. Harry stood up painfully and hobbled over to the exit and was ready to enter the elevator. He pressed the button. It didn't come up. The group of pyramid children opened the door he came out of and swung back their blood-stained knives. He got out of the way and started to hobble down the endless hallway as the pyramid children started to chase him. The pain in his leg got worse and worse as he started to lose more and more blood. He hobbled slower. The pyramid children were beginning to gain on him as he hobbled. He prayed inside his head for a door to appear. One did and he sighed. He hobbled to it, opened the door and shut it. A split second after he did, he could hear metal scraping on the door. There were 3 locks on the door. He locked them all and then slid down to the floor.

He closed his eyes and sighed. It growled. He opened his eyes fast and saw the hammer creature shaking its head violently fast. Who knows how many other pyramid children he had spawned, but it didn't matter to Harry. It ran at him at full strength and he dove out of the way, further hurting his leg. He started to feel very tired as the cut had gotten very big and blood began to pour out of the wound. He was not about to become another corpse, another resource to build a disgusting pyramid child with. He pulled out his pistol. What else could he have done? He got back up and aimed at the creature. Before he could fire, the ground beneath the mammoth horror collapsed and it fell into the oblivion below. He looked slowly down the hole and saw that it was gone. Just pitch blackness. It was right in front of the locked door. He unlocked all 3 locks and opened the door. He was expecting the furious orphans to run blindly into the hole, yet none came. He jumped over the hole and into the hallway, although quite painfully. He grimaced and looked around. They were gone. This made him feel very uncomfortable. "Where are they?" he said almost dreamily. The excruciating wound that the first pyramid monstrosity created had leaked a lot of blood and had made him very lightheaded from the blood loss. He ripped off a part of his pants and wrapped it tightly around the wound. The blood had stopped for now. The elevator had dinged and opened. It was white! Not rusted! This sight was extremely relieving for Harry. Something clean. But it was rusted not too long ago. Perhaps a half an hour? He was sure that was about how long he has been up here. He stepped inside and the doors closed. They opened a second after they closed. The roof was outside. The strange loss of direction and reality had given Harry a headache. He stepped outside and noticed it had begun to rain. He pulled out his key and stuck it into the keyhole on the doorknob of the door leading to the elevator control room. He opened it up...

He gasped and after awhile, slowly walked forward. Maria was strung up dead on barbed wire against a chain link fence, her face flooded by her last emotions of pain and agony. What news he would have to tell James if Harry would ever run across him again. He slowly and carefully untwisted the barbed wire off her wrists and her dead body fell to the floor. He frowned and a tear swelled up in his right eye. He had barely known her, but she seemed like a very nice person. She probably was. He set her body down on the floor. Strangely, he found a sheet nearby. He grabbed it off the chair it was draped over and put it on Maria. "Rest in peace. I'm so sorry that I.. Couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry, Maria.." He pulled on a switch nearby that had a panel under it saying "3rd floor activation on elevator". He could hear a bleep from the mechanism and suddenly sirens blasted loudly in the sky. Wailing in and out, then fading. He stepped out the door. He was ready to leave. He couldn't bare this place any longer. He wanted to leave Silent Hill. He wanted to go somewhere else. To go home. To be with Cheryl. But Cheryl wasn't here.. Just a dead Maria. The elevator bleeped and opened he stepped inside. Still clear. He hit the 3rd floor button. It was slower than usual, but it was fine either way. On the way down, the lights flickered on and off.. Then they died out completely. Harry breathed a little harder, then remembered his flashlight. He had subconsciously turned it off when he got to the roof. He remembered there was a light coming from somewhere, but there being no source of it. He turned his torch back on. He screamed a little when he saw what was revealed. The white walls had been replaced by rusted fencing and the floor and ceiling replaced by nasty metal grating. He could see humanoid forms scurrying around below in the shaft like cockroaches. He pointed downwards and they crawled down the shaft quickly. They seemed weak, fragile, scared by the light. Finally the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor and the doors opened. The floor was just like it was in the elevator.. Metal grating.. The walls replaced by some type of boiling, rotting skin. It produced a horrible smell. Bile and mucus was spilling forth from a nearby hole in the wall. Harry puked all over the floor from the smell, feel and sight of the place. This was worse than when he woke up on the table where he saw Cheryl. This was worse than Midwich Elementary.

"Is this Hell?" he said weakly after vomiting up the remains of his last meal. He saw someone.. Someone who looked vaguely familiar.. She had blonde hair... He recognized the face! At least, he thought he did. She looked incredibly stressed out and scared, just like him. She was wearing a white vest with a green miniskirt, wristbands and a watch on her left wrist. "What the hell was that? What the hell was in that storage room?" She seemed to say. Her words echoed distantly. She then disappeared. Harry figured the next room to enter would be the storage room. Perhaps something was hinting at where he should go next. He looked at his map. The storage room was on the 1st floor! He tried the elevator.. Broken! The stairs went down to the 2nd floor, but were caved in there! Harry thought again like had so many times before, "I want my mommy.."