3.
Mike walked down the street, the fog of the town all around him. He had been walking for 7 minutes and still not another human. He felt a sort of peace in the town now, he felt slightly happier. Even though his instincts told him to run, run and get as far away as he could. He felt safer now, even though he was scared at how unnatural it was. He didn't know why he felt safe, he just did.
that's it. I've finally done it. I've finally lost my fucking mind he thought to himself as he walked in the middle of the street. maybe I lost it and now I'm walking in the street, but instead of it being foggy, its actually day time and I'm walking in the middle of traffic, while I'm in my own little world. What if there is a line of cars behind me, honking and people shouting for me to get out of the street, while I wander around not knowing they're there? Maybe I'm dead, perhaps I slipped cracked my skull on the sink and bleed to death in the restroom? Maybe I'm laying there dead now. And now im doomed to spend the rest of eternity to roam the streets of Silent Hill in this thick fog. Maybe I'm in purgatory, waiting for a path to heaven or hell
He thought constantly as he walked down the streets. He thought until he heard a ticking sound. He looked around and saw nothing but fog, and heard nothing but ticking. He listen to his watch, and the ticking was coming from it. He looked at his watch now, and saw the hand slowly spin. After a while the ticking and spinning began to get faster and louder.
"what the hell?", he said as he turned the knobs on the side of watch, trying to figure out what was making it do that. He shook the watch, but the watch ticked louder and the hands spun faster. He felt uneasy in the pit of his stomach, something was going on that he didn't know. Something crawled into view, and he looked straight a it.
It crawled to him slowly as if he didn't exist, it crawled to him in a creeping manner. It looked scared and red, as if it had been sewn up recently. It looked as if it was wearing a coat of sewn skin of different colors. It has four legs and webbing for feet except for its front right hand, it has a long bone sticking out of it. It has a long tail that look as if it could cut down a tree in one swipe and a sharp point that could pierce steel.
"what the fuck is that!" mike said as his watch began ticking louder and louder as the creature now looked at him, apparently hearing him speak. Mike's instincts screamed at him to run, and when the creature quickly crawled towards him, he listen to them. He took of running in the opposite direction, not even hearing his watch ticking incredibly loud. The creature made a sound behind him that sounded as if was enjoying the chase. Mike quickly glanced behind to see the creature catching up to him, still crawling on its legs and arms.
Knowing he couldn't out run it he quickly turned the corner into an alley. He looked behind himself and saw it wasn't following him. He started to slow down, walking backwards, looking at the entrance to the alley. And he could now hear the ticking of his watch die down. He looked at his watch, the hands where slowing down.
"What the fuck was that? I think I really did go insane" he said to himself quietly, still looking at the entrance. Then his watch started to tick louder, and he became afraid. He stared at the entrance of the alley backing up faster, when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Look shot his head to the left, to see the "thing" creeping toward him, it was crawling on the roof of a garage. Its tail lashing back and forth. It looked at him and opened its mouth, exposing its rows of teeth. It made the same sound it did before, and mike took off, further down the alley. He ran as fast as he could, hearing the creature clanging on the roofs of sheds and garages to his left. He glanced back to see the creature crawl onto the side of garages, knocking over trash cans.
He ran faster, the adrenaline pumping in him, when he heard a loud bang to his right and glanced to the creature there, crawling on the side of the fence. Then it jumped across the alley and landed on the left side wall, and jumped again to the right. Each time it jumped, it got closer and closer to him. Soon it was right next to him, crawling on the wall parallel to him running in the alley, and it jumped at him. He was tackled to the ground.
He lay on his back staring at its stitched face, when it opened its mouth and he could see its rows of teeth. The teeth began to rotate inside its mouth as saliva dripped from its mouth. Its tail appeared above its head and slowly lashed back and forth as if taunting him. Then it came down at his head, and he moved just in time to see it stab the cement ground instead of his head. Small chunks of cement sprayed up into the creatures face and it was startled by it.
"mike saw his door of opportunity and kicked the thing in the stomach, and it was pushed back. He kicked it again in the chest and once more in the face before it was off him. He quickly stood up and kicked it in its side while it tried to recuperate from being hit. Mike then ran away to the end of the alley, and shortly after, the creature followed him.
He ran to the end of the alley to find a dead end, and not an outlet he was hoping for. He back himself against the wall and looked at the creature as it slowly crept to him. He looked everywhere for something to use as a weapon. And he saw something, a pipe over by a trash can. Just when he was about to go for it, the creature crawled faster and stood on its hind legs and ran at him, its bone on its right hand ready to swipe at him. The thing lunged at him, and mike ducked, dodging the blow. He then pushed the creature with his shoulder and it fell, landing on its back.
He quickly ran for the pipe and picked it up. When he turned around the monster was now crawling again. It backed up, as if about to do the same attack again, but this time he was ready. The creature crawled at him and go to its hind legs. But before it swiped at him, mike swung the pipe as hard as he could. The pipe connected with the creature's face, and sent it to the ground. He walked up to it as it shook off the blow and began to right itself, but mike brought the pipe down on the creature's chest. He lifted the pipe over his head and brought it down once more on its chest, this time hearing cracks under the pipe.
The creature screamed in pain as he brought the pipe down a third, forth, and fifth time, breaking the skin and blood gushed from its chest. Even after the creature stopped making sounds of pain, and only the cracks and thuds of the pipe against the creature's body was the only sound made, he still did not let up. He made sure it was dead. After he stopped beating it, he stood up, listening. Nothing, he looked down at his watch, it made no sound and the hands were at 12:00, the second hand not moving.
He just stood there, looking at the dead creature. He then looked at the pipe, and saw it covered in blood. He looked once more at the creature, and thought to himself, I am fuckin nuts
Mike walked down the street, the fog of the town all around him. He had been walking for 7 minutes and still not another human. He felt a sort of peace in the town now, he felt slightly happier. Even though his instincts told him to run, run and get as far away as he could. He felt safer now, even though he was scared at how unnatural it was. He didn't know why he felt safe, he just did.
that's it. I've finally done it. I've finally lost my fucking mind he thought to himself as he walked in the middle of the street. maybe I lost it and now I'm walking in the street, but instead of it being foggy, its actually day time and I'm walking in the middle of traffic, while I'm in my own little world. What if there is a line of cars behind me, honking and people shouting for me to get out of the street, while I wander around not knowing they're there? Maybe I'm dead, perhaps I slipped cracked my skull on the sink and bleed to death in the restroom? Maybe I'm laying there dead now. And now im doomed to spend the rest of eternity to roam the streets of Silent Hill in this thick fog. Maybe I'm in purgatory, waiting for a path to heaven or hell
He thought constantly as he walked down the streets. He thought until he heard a ticking sound. He looked around and saw nothing but fog, and heard nothing but ticking. He listen to his watch, and the ticking was coming from it. He looked at his watch now, and saw the hand slowly spin. After a while the ticking and spinning began to get faster and louder.
"what the hell?", he said as he turned the knobs on the side of watch, trying to figure out what was making it do that. He shook the watch, but the watch ticked louder and the hands spun faster. He felt uneasy in the pit of his stomach, something was going on that he didn't know. Something crawled into view, and he looked straight a it.
It crawled to him slowly as if he didn't exist, it crawled to him in a creeping manner. It looked scared and red, as if it had been sewn up recently. It looked as if it was wearing a coat of sewn skin of different colors. It has four legs and webbing for feet except for its front right hand, it has a long bone sticking out of it. It has a long tail that look as if it could cut down a tree in one swipe and a sharp point that could pierce steel.
"what the fuck is that!" mike said as his watch began ticking louder and louder as the creature now looked at him, apparently hearing him speak. Mike's instincts screamed at him to run, and when the creature quickly crawled towards him, he listen to them. He took of running in the opposite direction, not even hearing his watch ticking incredibly loud. The creature made a sound behind him that sounded as if was enjoying the chase. Mike quickly glanced behind to see the creature catching up to him, still crawling on its legs and arms.
Knowing he couldn't out run it he quickly turned the corner into an alley. He looked behind himself and saw it wasn't following him. He started to slow down, walking backwards, looking at the entrance to the alley. And he could now hear the ticking of his watch die down. He looked at his watch, the hands where slowing down.
"What the fuck was that? I think I really did go insane" he said to himself quietly, still looking at the entrance. Then his watch started to tick louder, and he became afraid. He stared at the entrance of the alley backing up faster, when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Look shot his head to the left, to see the "thing" creeping toward him, it was crawling on the roof of a garage. Its tail lashing back and forth. It looked at him and opened its mouth, exposing its rows of teeth. It made the same sound it did before, and mike took off, further down the alley. He ran as fast as he could, hearing the creature clanging on the roofs of sheds and garages to his left. He glanced back to see the creature crawl onto the side of garages, knocking over trash cans.
He ran faster, the adrenaline pumping in him, when he heard a loud bang to his right and glanced to the creature there, crawling on the side of the fence. Then it jumped across the alley and landed on the left side wall, and jumped again to the right. Each time it jumped, it got closer and closer to him. Soon it was right next to him, crawling on the wall parallel to him running in the alley, and it jumped at him. He was tackled to the ground.
He lay on his back staring at its stitched face, when it opened its mouth and he could see its rows of teeth. The teeth began to rotate inside its mouth as saliva dripped from its mouth. Its tail appeared above its head and slowly lashed back and forth as if taunting him. Then it came down at his head, and he moved just in time to see it stab the cement ground instead of his head. Small chunks of cement sprayed up into the creatures face and it was startled by it.
"mike saw his door of opportunity and kicked the thing in the stomach, and it was pushed back. He kicked it again in the chest and once more in the face before it was off him. He quickly stood up and kicked it in its side while it tried to recuperate from being hit. Mike then ran away to the end of the alley, and shortly after, the creature followed him.
He ran to the end of the alley to find a dead end, and not an outlet he was hoping for. He back himself against the wall and looked at the creature as it slowly crept to him. He looked everywhere for something to use as a weapon. And he saw something, a pipe over by a trash can. Just when he was about to go for it, the creature crawled faster and stood on its hind legs and ran at him, its bone on its right hand ready to swipe at him. The thing lunged at him, and mike ducked, dodging the blow. He then pushed the creature with his shoulder and it fell, landing on its back.
He quickly ran for the pipe and picked it up. When he turned around the monster was now crawling again. It backed up, as if about to do the same attack again, but this time he was ready. The creature crawled at him and go to its hind legs. But before it swiped at him, mike swung the pipe as hard as he could. The pipe connected with the creature's face, and sent it to the ground. He walked up to it as it shook off the blow and began to right itself, but mike brought the pipe down on the creature's chest. He lifted the pipe over his head and brought it down once more on its chest, this time hearing cracks under the pipe.
The creature screamed in pain as he brought the pipe down a third, forth, and fifth time, breaking the skin and blood gushed from its chest. Even after the creature stopped making sounds of pain, and only the cracks and thuds of the pipe against the creature's body was the only sound made, he still did not let up. He made sure it was dead. After he stopped beating it, he stood up, listening. Nothing, he looked down at his watch, it made no sound and the hands were at 12:00, the second hand not moving.
He just stood there, looking at the dead creature. He then looked at the pipe, and saw it covered in blood. He looked once more at the creature, and thought to himself, I am fuckin nuts