Chapter 5: Waking Up in Hell
It was daylight when Ron awoke. He held his head then looked at his hand and seen there was blood. 'Must have hit my head on the steering wheel when we crashed' the thought. He was momentarily dazed. Looking to his seeing Kim still out from the crash seeing that she wore her seat belt. "Cheryl, are you ok?" he asked. He looked back, but she was gone, and the car door was open. He was pissed. It wasn't like her to go wondering off on her own.
He opened his door and climbed out. Went over to Kim's door opening it and grabbed Kim lightly shaking her so that she will wake up. "Uhh.am I dead?" she asked jokingly. "No we're not dead, but Cheryl ran off we got to look for her." He said with a worry toned behind. "Shit Ron your head is bleeding." She said as she tore off a piece of her sleeve and wiping the blood from Ron's head except the blood rush out almost just as quick as she wiped it. "We'll that not working lets look for Cheryl." Kim said as if she were taking command as usual.
"CHERYL?" they yelled in unison over and over a few times. There was no reply. Only the echoes of their own voice were the sounds in the town. He then realized it was snowing. "Why is it snowing in June and in the day none the less I mean come on we just got out of school." Ron said. This was too odd. Kim pulled out her Kimunicator to see how the weather was going to be then realized it was still charging. "Well the Kimunicator is still charging so I can't find out anything about the weather" she said while putting it back in her pocket. "All I just want to do is find Cheryl." Ron said. He knew that calling her name wouldn't do any good. He knew they were going to have to look for her. "But where to start?" Kim asked
He had no idea where they were, but for some strange reason, he recognized the place. He shivered. He pulled his jacket tighter. It was then something else hit him. Something which sent his blood cold and a shiver down his spine. His clothes. He was wearing the exact same clothes as in his dream, and Cheryl was nowhere to be found. "No. This can't be happening?" he said. "What can't be happening?" Kim asked and with a some what confused look on her face. "My dream that I had the other night its almost like the situation we're in right now." He explains to her. "You mean the same dream you got your cut from." She said. "Yep." he replied. "Maybe we could ask the townsfolk if they had seen her." She suggested. They looked around. There were few cars and no people. Then they heard the silence. It was uncomfortable and deafening.
"What the hell is this place?" asked Ron, unaware that he had just answered his own question.
"I don't know but this is not Silent Hill I think?" she asked wondering where the hell are they.
They began walking down the street, away from his car. The snow continued to fall around him, but no snow was settling on the ground, it was merely melting away to make room for more.
"Jesus, even the buildings look creepy" he said, trying to make a joke to calm them down. However it didn't work. It just made them more afraid. Ron and Kim continued to walk, when something made them stop. They listened.
"Footsteps?" she heard Ron say. He could hear someone walking. Slowly. They sounded like a child's footsteps. "Cheryl." She said. he began to run. They the followed the sound until they found themselves standing only a few meters away from Cheryl. They didn't want to scare her, so he was planning on approaching her carefully. Until she began to cross the street.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron. Cheryl didn't reply. All she did was laugh playfully and run further into the snowy mist. Kim was confused. Why was she acting so strangely? Normally she would have been scared.
"Hey wait... stop!" called Ron as Cheryl laughed once again and ran further out of sight. They could hear her footsteps getting fainter. "We better follow her." he said. They began to run. It was hard to do because they couldn't see where they were going. She then saw her run into an alleyway. "There she goes in the alley." As Ron heard from Kim
"Cheryl! Stop, it's your Ronny! Aw come on!" he tried his best but she didn't answer. She ran straight to the end of the alleyway. As they followed, a number of questions were running through his mind. Why couldn't she hear him? Why had his wrists been cut? What happened to the Police Officer on her motorbike? He had no idea, but when he found Cheryl, they weren't going to stick around to find out the answer.
The next thing they heard was a creak, and then a clanging of a gate. they ran up to the gate. On the sign it said 'Beware Of Dog'. "Do you see a dog Kim" he asked. "Nowhere that I see." Kim replied. He figured that if it was alive it would be skin and bones from not being fed. They went through the gate, only to wish they hadn't. "AAHHH" Kim screamed at the top of her lungs, then turned around and dug her face into Ron's chest. He put his arms around Kim shuddering body and then rubbing up and down her back to comfort her.
"Oh my god" said Ron. Just past the gate he saw a mutilated animal, perhaps a dog of some kind, it's insides... or it's outsides, were splattered against the wall and the floor. Ron could only control himself for so long. They *had* to be sick. They walked back out the gates and loosing their last night dinner. After, they took a few deep breathes and just prayed that whatever had killed it hadn't hurt Cheryl too.
"Jesus. This is seriously fucked up" Ron and Kim said in unison in response to the 'sights' on their vacation. They continued to walk down a thin alleyway she walked slowly almost like clinging next to Ron's body, incase Cheryl had climbed in any windows. "I couldn't help but think that we was being watched." Ron said. They looked above, behind them and in all directions. No one. They then came to another gate. Not seeing an alternative path, Ron walked through and back the gate letting Kim know there is nothing to see. They walked through the gate, only for it to suddenly become dark. He only had a lighter with them, so he lit it. Lucky for him it was a fancy 'flameless' one that didn't go out when the wind or rain picked up. Just as well, because it had started raining.
Then, they heard a noise behind him, past the gate. they followed the sound through the gate. They didn't expect to see what they did. Somehow, there was another fence in his path with rusty metal garbage cans piled high in front of it. A dead end.
"What the hell?" Kim said. "I have no idea." he replied with actually having no idea.
He knew their only option was to continue walking. It couldn't have been Cheryl. There was no way she would act like this. Someone was doing this and they wanted all three of them in that alleyway. But why? Ron didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to get his sister and friend, and go home. They walked back through the gate and around the corner.
They then continued walking until Kim heard a squeaking. Like a wheel that needed oiling. She was right. They froze momentarily as they saw a blood stained, broken wheelchair, flung up the corner. It looked out of place. What would a broken wheelchair be doing in the middle of the alleyway with the wheel still spinning? What disturbed Ron the most was that the blood was still wet. Kim wanted to run back, attempt to sort out his jeep and get the hell out of there. But she forced himself to think otherwise. At least it proved someone was down here. Either that or they had been following something. No. Cheryl. They had been following Cheryl.
They continued to walk down the ally. There was a large corner, which turned right, but there was also a chained up gate up ahead. In front of this gate, was an autopsy table with an unfinished 'corpse' on it. The body underneath the blood stained blanket was small. A child? Cheryl?
Although Kim knew that if it was Cheryl, Ron would probably die there and then, they had to know. They edged over to the blanket, almost holding their breath for fear of the body being his daughter's. He reached out and gripped the blanket. It was warm, so whoever was underneath had recently died. He slowly began lifting up the sheet. The first glimpse they saw was blonde hair.
"Oh god, please no." Ron said. He lifted the blanket some more. The face seemed to have been torn away but he could tell it was a child. He tore off the blanket to reveal a small boy, naked and mutilated. Kim covered her mouth. She was nauseous again. "What kind of sick town was this?" she asked. "There must have been someone around in order to do this." Ron stated
He decided that they had better keep on walking. Although he didn't want to because all he saw was blood. Some old, some new. But he felt that if he just left her here, he would never be able to forgive himself. Nervously, they continued down the alleyway, trying his best to avoid the blood. How had Cheryl made it down here? The next sight was probably the worst one they had seen yet.
"Ron we better get some help I'm serious we are over our head this time." Kim begged of Ron. "What is this? What's going on here?" said Ron as he stared at the decayed bodies hanging from the fence. Some were on the floor. He wasn't sure what, but something made him look closer. The bodies weren't decayed at all. The flesh was gone, true, but the blood was still wet. He then felt a stabbing pain run through his legs. He looked down. "AAHH SHIT." Ron yelled. "OOWW" Kim Screamed.
Some little people who were built like children were stabbing at his feet. They were bald and were making a strange noise. They stabbed at them again with sharp objects they were holding in their hands. All they could do was run. But where? The gate had again become a dead end and they was cornered. He backed up, eventually trying to fight them off, but not knowing what to do as three of them closed in, slowly draining the life out of him. Ron looking over seeing Kim loosing her battle against them and then seeing her falling to the ground. Then he saw nothing but darkness.
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NEXT CHAPTER: A Survivor
It was daylight when Ron awoke. He held his head then looked at his hand and seen there was blood. 'Must have hit my head on the steering wheel when we crashed' the thought. He was momentarily dazed. Looking to his seeing Kim still out from the crash seeing that she wore her seat belt. "Cheryl, are you ok?" he asked. He looked back, but she was gone, and the car door was open. He was pissed. It wasn't like her to go wondering off on her own.
He opened his door and climbed out. Went over to Kim's door opening it and grabbed Kim lightly shaking her so that she will wake up. "Uhh.am I dead?" she asked jokingly. "No we're not dead, but Cheryl ran off we got to look for her." He said with a worry toned behind. "Shit Ron your head is bleeding." She said as she tore off a piece of her sleeve and wiping the blood from Ron's head except the blood rush out almost just as quick as she wiped it. "We'll that not working lets look for Cheryl." Kim said as if she were taking command as usual.
"CHERYL?" they yelled in unison over and over a few times. There was no reply. Only the echoes of their own voice were the sounds in the town. He then realized it was snowing. "Why is it snowing in June and in the day none the less I mean come on we just got out of school." Ron said. This was too odd. Kim pulled out her Kimunicator to see how the weather was going to be then realized it was still charging. "Well the Kimunicator is still charging so I can't find out anything about the weather" she said while putting it back in her pocket. "All I just want to do is find Cheryl." Ron said. He knew that calling her name wouldn't do any good. He knew they were going to have to look for her. "But where to start?" Kim asked
He had no idea where they were, but for some strange reason, he recognized the place. He shivered. He pulled his jacket tighter. It was then something else hit him. Something which sent his blood cold and a shiver down his spine. His clothes. He was wearing the exact same clothes as in his dream, and Cheryl was nowhere to be found. "No. This can't be happening?" he said. "What can't be happening?" Kim asked and with a some what confused look on her face. "My dream that I had the other night its almost like the situation we're in right now." He explains to her. "You mean the same dream you got your cut from." She said. "Yep." he replied. "Maybe we could ask the townsfolk if they had seen her." She suggested. They looked around. There were few cars and no people. Then they heard the silence. It was uncomfortable and deafening.
"What the hell is this place?" asked Ron, unaware that he had just answered his own question.
"I don't know but this is not Silent Hill I think?" she asked wondering where the hell are they.
They began walking down the street, away from his car. The snow continued to fall around him, but no snow was settling on the ground, it was merely melting away to make room for more.
"Jesus, even the buildings look creepy" he said, trying to make a joke to calm them down. However it didn't work. It just made them more afraid. Ron and Kim continued to walk, when something made them stop. They listened.
"Footsteps?" she heard Ron say. He could hear someone walking. Slowly. They sounded like a child's footsteps. "Cheryl." She said. he began to run. They the followed the sound until they found themselves standing only a few meters away from Cheryl. They didn't want to scare her, so he was planning on approaching her carefully. Until she began to cross the street.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron. Cheryl didn't reply. All she did was laugh playfully and run further into the snowy mist. Kim was confused. Why was she acting so strangely? Normally she would have been scared.
"Hey wait... stop!" called Ron as Cheryl laughed once again and ran further out of sight. They could hear her footsteps getting fainter. "We better follow her." he said. They began to run. It was hard to do because they couldn't see where they were going. She then saw her run into an alleyway. "There she goes in the alley." As Ron heard from Kim
"Cheryl! Stop, it's your Ronny! Aw come on!" he tried his best but she didn't answer. She ran straight to the end of the alleyway. As they followed, a number of questions were running through his mind. Why couldn't she hear him? Why had his wrists been cut? What happened to the Police Officer on her motorbike? He had no idea, but when he found Cheryl, they weren't going to stick around to find out the answer.
The next thing they heard was a creak, and then a clanging of a gate. they ran up to the gate. On the sign it said 'Beware Of Dog'. "Do you see a dog Kim" he asked. "Nowhere that I see." Kim replied. He figured that if it was alive it would be skin and bones from not being fed. They went through the gate, only to wish they hadn't. "AAHHH" Kim screamed at the top of her lungs, then turned around and dug her face into Ron's chest. He put his arms around Kim shuddering body and then rubbing up and down her back to comfort her.
"Oh my god" said Ron. Just past the gate he saw a mutilated animal, perhaps a dog of some kind, it's insides... or it's outsides, were splattered against the wall and the floor. Ron could only control himself for so long. They *had* to be sick. They walked back out the gates and loosing their last night dinner. After, they took a few deep breathes and just prayed that whatever had killed it hadn't hurt Cheryl too.
"Jesus. This is seriously fucked up" Ron and Kim said in unison in response to the 'sights' on their vacation. They continued to walk down a thin alleyway she walked slowly almost like clinging next to Ron's body, incase Cheryl had climbed in any windows. "I couldn't help but think that we was being watched." Ron said. They looked above, behind them and in all directions. No one. They then came to another gate. Not seeing an alternative path, Ron walked through and back the gate letting Kim know there is nothing to see. They walked through the gate, only for it to suddenly become dark. He only had a lighter with them, so he lit it. Lucky for him it was a fancy 'flameless' one that didn't go out when the wind or rain picked up. Just as well, because it had started raining.
Then, they heard a noise behind him, past the gate. they followed the sound through the gate. They didn't expect to see what they did. Somehow, there was another fence in his path with rusty metal garbage cans piled high in front of it. A dead end.
"What the hell?" Kim said. "I have no idea." he replied with actually having no idea.
He knew their only option was to continue walking. It couldn't have been Cheryl. There was no way she would act like this. Someone was doing this and they wanted all three of them in that alleyway. But why? Ron didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to get his sister and friend, and go home. They walked back through the gate and around the corner.
They then continued walking until Kim heard a squeaking. Like a wheel that needed oiling. She was right. They froze momentarily as they saw a blood stained, broken wheelchair, flung up the corner. It looked out of place. What would a broken wheelchair be doing in the middle of the alleyway with the wheel still spinning? What disturbed Ron the most was that the blood was still wet. Kim wanted to run back, attempt to sort out his jeep and get the hell out of there. But she forced himself to think otherwise. At least it proved someone was down here. Either that or they had been following something. No. Cheryl. They had been following Cheryl.
They continued to walk down the ally. There was a large corner, which turned right, but there was also a chained up gate up ahead. In front of this gate, was an autopsy table with an unfinished 'corpse' on it. The body underneath the blood stained blanket was small. A child? Cheryl?
Although Kim knew that if it was Cheryl, Ron would probably die there and then, they had to know. They edged over to the blanket, almost holding their breath for fear of the body being his daughter's. He reached out and gripped the blanket. It was warm, so whoever was underneath had recently died. He slowly began lifting up the sheet. The first glimpse they saw was blonde hair.
"Oh god, please no." Ron said. He lifted the blanket some more. The face seemed to have been torn away but he could tell it was a child. He tore off the blanket to reveal a small boy, naked and mutilated. Kim covered her mouth. She was nauseous again. "What kind of sick town was this?" she asked. "There must have been someone around in order to do this." Ron stated
He decided that they had better keep on walking. Although he didn't want to because all he saw was blood. Some old, some new. But he felt that if he just left her here, he would never be able to forgive himself. Nervously, they continued down the alleyway, trying his best to avoid the blood. How had Cheryl made it down here? The next sight was probably the worst one they had seen yet.
"Ron we better get some help I'm serious we are over our head this time." Kim begged of Ron. "What is this? What's going on here?" said Ron as he stared at the decayed bodies hanging from the fence. Some were on the floor. He wasn't sure what, but something made him look closer. The bodies weren't decayed at all. The flesh was gone, true, but the blood was still wet. He then felt a stabbing pain run through his legs. He looked down. "AAHH SHIT." Ron yelled. "OOWW" Kim Screamed.
Some little people who were built like children were stabbing at his feet. They were bald and were making a strange noise. They stabbed at them again with sharp objects they were holding in their hands. All they could do was run. But where? The gate had again become a dead end and they was cornered. He backed up, eventually trying to fight them off, but not knowing what to do as three of them closed in, slowly draining the life out of him. Ron looking over seeing Kim loosing her battle against them and then seeing her falling to the ground. Then he saw nothing but darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED:
NEXT CHAPTER: A Survivor