Chapter 3
Sam walked through the darkness looking all around him as held the gun at caution. He was taking no more chances and wasn't going to let anything get to him anymore. His only concern at this moment was getting out of town, and maybe feeding his curious with some answers to the mysteries that lay before him. As he walked up to one of the warehouse doors, he thought about the strange clues that lay before him. First of all, someone, or something was walking around killing people in the town. Second of all, that person he met back in that house was acting like he knew Sam. Finally, there were the visions. There was a connection between it all. Everything else seemed unexplainable. Sam couldn't understand any of it, and he wanted to, but he wasn't sure if it was wise to push his luck. In the end, he figured that the answers would come to him most likely. He had known about the weird stuff that had gone on in the town before, but he hadn't known the extent to which this weirdness spread.
Sam continued and placed his hand on the door knob, turning it open. He walked through the door and stepped into the dark room that lay before him. It was a large room filled with wooden crates. However, the room looked like it had become worn and rusted. The walls of the place were cracked and looked like they were ready to fall apart. There was no working electricity in the place, so reliance on the flashlight was once again needed. Sam walked around a bit, shinning the flashlight around to scope out the area. As he walked around, he could almost feel the area around him coming to life. It was as if it were crawling with an unseen evil that he couldn't explain. He just knew that there was a very wrong feeling about the place around him. The occasional monster would be wandering around, but those were easily dispatched of as Sam continued through his journey.
Finally, Sam made his way to an office that appeared to have a light on in it. Sam opened it and wandered in. The office was a mess. There were papers all over the floor; the desk looked like it had been hit by an ax, and all the file cabinets in the office were knocked over. The only thing that appeared to be in decent condition was a large lamp that was standing in a corner. Sam walked to it and examined it. It appeared to have recently been used, but by whom Sam couldn't imagine. He hadn't seen another person since he was at the house, and even that guy seemed a little too strange to be interested in much of what was going on. He continued his search of the office and ended up finding a shotgun and about a dozen more shells. As well, he found a duffel bag he could now use to hold the items he was carrying with him. He loaded the duffel bag with the water, food, the last cartridge for the pistol, the shells for the shotgun, and the flashlight batteries. He picked up the bag and peeked over some of the papers around the room.
Sam didn't find much, but he did find one interesting paper that caught his attention. The paper was signed by some kind of a doctor. Sam couldn't tell exactly whose signature it was, but the actual letter was typed up:
Silent Hill Storage & Security,
I hope that our shipment has been well taken care of. We expect that the Claudia is in good condition. We will be picking it up in a couple days, but we won't be able to take the whole shipment just yet. The one shipment that we are picking up in the next few days, we are sending to South Ashfield. We have some patients requesting refills. Also, we need some sent up to the orphanage in the woods outside of Silent Hill. The money will be deposited in the P.O. Box designated by the manager. The rest of the plants for the refining of the White Claudia are located at the flower shop across the street. They should be sent via refrigeration truck by the end of next week. The refined Claudia will be sent back to you within the following week. Anyway, I will be expecting the shipments delivered promptly. Thank you in advance.
..............................
Sam thought about the flower shop and all the plants he had seen. He had figured that most of them had to be the White Claudia that he had heard about. He hadn't studied much about White Claudia, but he did know that the effects of White Claudia were used to induce hallucinations of sorts, and that the Claudia was only native to Silent Hill. The way it worked with the Claudia was that a Silent Hill owned company dealt with all of the Claudia stuff. The plant was grown and then picked and stored in someplace cold. Because of its natural components, the Claudia was able to freeze and stay fresh for a week. The plant was then sent to a processing plant that several farmers used to process their own produce. The plants were dried and turned into a powder. The head medical staff claimed they used the powder for medical purposes, but Silent Hills well known cult activities led authorities in the state to believe otherwise. The town was investigated, but, the authorities never found anything out about the Claudia and it's involvement with the cult.
Sam winced a bit in thought of what the involvement of Claudia might really be with the town, but he shrugged it off some and wandered back out of the office. He began to walk out into the storage again; looking around for any other doors he could find to let him out of there. He eventually did find that other door and wandered through finding a room full of machinery, except this room was different. The walls around him seemed to be crawling with life, but the life around him was evil. It was reddish-black and looked like thousands fuzzy caterpillars crawling all over the room. They appeared everywhere, except for where Sam shined his flashlight. Sam cautiously walked through, remembering the room from one of the visions he had had when he first came to town. As he wandered through, he felt a chill crawl down his spine. He held the shotgun in a defensive position and looked back and forth cautiously.
As he did, something behind him started to slowly close in on his position. The figure cam closer and closer and finally got right up behind Sam, only to be met by the barrel of the shotgun. Sam looked to him with discontent on his face.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Sam demanded.
The figure just laughed a bit and grinned somewhat mischievously at Sam as Sam shined his flashlight in the figures face. He got a decent look at the features, and was surprised that, for the second time, the figure had a striking resemblance to Sam. Of course, also for the second time, there were things that were different. This person had stubble across his face and long, shoulder length blonde hair. He also appeared to have some scarring that went across the face some, but oddly enough, the scarring looked somewhat fresh.
"So, you've finally come back to Silent Hill. Well, it was about time. I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming back." The figure said.
"Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked more curious than bitterly.
"Oh, me, well, you can call me Rage. And about what's going on, well, we're not ready for you to know that quite yet. You're part is still in play, so don't get too riled up just yet. Just keep following the bread crumbs, and everything you want to know should play out." Rage answered still smiling.
"Look, if you know anything, tell me. Don't you realize what's going on here? Don't you see all the horror that's going on around us? I almost died out there."
"I understand completely, in fact I understand much more than you. But don't worry; you will understand all, when the time is right. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. Oh, and I thought I would introduce you to some of my friends. Please, don't play too hard, they are rather delicate. Well, goodbye then."
Rage started walking away as more creature came out from the shadows to attack. Sam pointed the shot gun in Rage's direction, but the creatures had already moved in and blocked the path to Rage. Sam immediately leaped back and began firing. The shotgun took out several creatures at once with every shot, mutilating them and sending them screaming to the ground. Sam started running back for the warehouse, but when he got to the door he found it was locked. As he looked around, he could see immediately that there was a ladder leading up to the top of some of the crates. Pulling out the pistol, Sam began firing at the creatures as he made his way to the ladder and jumped onto it starting to climb. Getting to the top, he threw his bag and shotgun on top, climbing up over. He stood on top and looked down on the barrage of creatures that were beginning to fill the warehouse.
Sam looked around for a way out. The only thing he saw was a rail on top that was used to move crates around. He took a deep breath and decided to shimmy across it. Deciding to leave the water and food behind, he threw some of the shotgun shells into his pockets, put the gun in his waist, and then leaped up, catching his hands around the rail. He began to shimmy across, moving slowly, trying not to lose his grip. So far things were good, but about halfway across, he started to feel a bit tired. He began to speed up and nearly losing his grip, he swung and threw himself to the crate tops at the end. After jumping to the top of the crate, he gathered himself and looked down once again to find the warehouse packed. He turned back around finding a window to the outside of the warehouse and broke it. With one last huff of breath, he sighed and walked out. He looked around the area and eventually found a light pole close enough to the roof that he could use to slide down. He wrapped the shotgun around the pole and used it to help him slide down. He did so and landed on the ground, looking out into surrounding environments as he gathered himself. He was now near a dock behind the factory, and it was now foggy all around him.
He walked over to the dock and peered out over the waters. He could see a light shining across the water. He squinted his eyes to make out any details, but it was too foggy to tell anything. The air was cool and crisp, and the dock made Sam almost feel like he was in another place. It was like when he would go to the beach or to the west coast. He would sit and close his eyes and just take in the air and the sound of the water and the sun. For a brief moment, Sam lost himself in those memories, but it was only a brief moment. He was brought back to reality when he heard the sound of two row boats hitting each other as the waves made them bob up and down. Sam slowly went to one of them and climbed in.
He rubbed his leg some, feeling where he had been scratched. It had started to heal a bit, but it also started to feel a tad painful as it create a thumping sensation. Ignoring it, he picked up the oars and gave a sigh. Was it almost over? Was the nightmare that had only begun a few hours ago close to finishing? He didn't have the answers to those questions, but the hope that it was almost over was something that kept him enthusiastic about finishing it. And that is what was on his mind as he began to row the boat off into the fog, the single shining light his only guide....
Sam walked through the darkness looking all around him as held the gun at caution. He was taking no more chances and wasn't going to let anything get to him anymore. His only concern at this moment was getting out of town, and maybe feeding his curious with some answers to the mysteries that lay before him. As he walked up to one of the warehouse doors, he thought about the strange clues that lay before him. First of all, someone, or something was walking around killing people in the town. Second of all, that person he met back in that house was acting like he knew Sam. Finally, there were the visions. There was a connection between it all. Everything else seemed unexplainable. Sam couldn't understand any of it, and he wanted to, but he wasn't sure if it was wise to push his luck. In the end, he figured that the answers would come to him most likely. He had known about the weird stuff that had gone on in the town before, but he hadn't known the extent to which this weirdness spread.
Sam continued and placed his hand on the door knob, turning it open. He walked through the door and stepped into the dark room that lay before him. It was a large room filled with wooden crates. However, the room looked like it had become worn and rusted. The walls of the place were cracked and looked like they were ready to fall apart. There was no working electricity in the place, so reliance on the flashlight was once again needed. Sam walked around a bit, shinning the flashlight around to scope out the area. As he walked around, he could almost feel the area around him coming to life. It was as if it were crawling with an unseen evil that he couldn't explain. He just knew that there was a very wrong feeling about the place around him. The occasional monster would be wandering around, but those were easily dispatched of as Sam continued through his journey.
Finally, Sam made his way to an office that appeared to have a light on in it. Sam opened it and wandered in. The office was a mess. There were papers all over the floor; the desk looked like it had been hit by an ax, and all the file cabinets in the office were knocked over. The only thing that appeared to be in decent condition was a large lamp that was standing in a corner. Sam walked to it and examined it. It appeared to have recently been used, but by whom Sam couldn't imagine. He hadn't seen another person since he was at the house, and even that guy seemed a little too strange to be interested in much of what was going on. He continued his search of the office and ended up finding a shotgun and about a dozen more shells. As well, he found a duffel bag he could now use to hold the items he was carrying with him. He loaded the duffel bag with the water, food, the last cartridge for the pistol, the shells for the shotgun, and the flashlight batteries. He picked up the bag and peeked over some of the papers around the room.
Sam didn't find much, but he did find one interesting paper that caught his attention. The paper was signed by some kind of a doctor. Sam couldn't tell exactly whose signature it was, but the actual letter was typed up:
Silent Hill Storage & Security,
I hope that our shipment has been well taken care of. We expect that the Claudia is in good condition. We will be picking it up in a couple days, but we won't be able to take the whole shipment just yet. The one shipment that we are picking up in the next few days, we are sending to South Ashfield. We have some patients requesting refills. Also, we need some sent up to the orphanage in the woods outside of Silent Hill. The money will be deposited in the P.O. Box designated by the manager. The rest of the plants for the refining of the White Claudia are located at the flower shop across the street. They should be sent via refrigeration truck by the end of next week. The refined Claudia will be sent back to you within the following week. Anyway, I will be expecting the shipments delivered promptly. Thank you in advance.
..............................
Sam thought about the flower shop and all the plants he had seen. He had figured that most of them had to be the White Claudia that he had heard about. He hadn't studied much about White Claudia, but he did know that the effects of White Claudia were used to induce hallucinations of sorts, and that the Claudia was only native to Silent Hill. The way it worked with the Claudia was that a Silent Hill owned company dealt with all of the Claudia stuff. The plant was grown and then picked and stored in someplace cold. Because of its natural components, the Claudia was able to freeze and stay fresh for a week. The plant was then sent to a processing plant that several farmers used to process their own produce. The plants were dried and turned into a powder. The head medical staff claimed they used the powder for medical purposes, but Silent Hills well known cult activities led authorities in the state to believe otherwise. The town was investigated, but, the authorities never found anything out about the Claudia and it's involvement with the cult.
Sam winced a bit in thought of what the involvement of Claudia might really be with the town, but he shrugged it off some and wandered back out of the office. He began to walk out into the storage again; looking around for any other doors he could find to let him out of there. He eventually did find that other door and wandered through finding a room full of machinery, except this room was different. The walls around him seemed to be crawling with life, but the life around him was evil. It was reddish-black and looked like thousands fuzzy caterpillars crawling all over the room. They appeared everywhere, except for where Sam shined his flashlight. Sam cautiously walked through, remembering the room from one of the visions he had had when he first came to town. As he wandered through, he felt a chill crawl down his spine. He held the shotgun in a defensive position and looked back and forth cautiously.
As he did, something behind him started to slowly close in on his position. The figure cam closer and closer and finally got right up behind Sam, only to be met by the barrel of the shotgun. Sam looked to him with discontent on his face.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Sam demanded.
The figure just laughed a bit and grinned somewhat mischievously at Sam as Sam shined his flashlight in the figures face. He got a decent look at the features, and was surprised that, for the second time, the figure had a striking resemblance to Sam. Of course, also for the second time, there were things that were different. This person had stubble across his face and long, shoulder length blonde hair. He also appeared to have some scarring that went across the face some, but oddly enough, the scarring looked somewhat fresh.
"So, you've finally come back to Silent Hill. Well, it was about time. I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming back." The figure said.
"Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked more curious than bitterly.
"Oh, me, well, you can call me Rage. And about what's going on, well, we're not ready for you to know that quite yet. You're part is still in play, so don't get too riled up just yet. Just keep following the bread crumbs, and everything you want to know should play out." Rage answered still smiling.
"Look, if you know anything, tell me. Don't you realize what's going on here? Don't you see all the horror that's going on around us? I almost died out there."
"I understand completely, in fact I understand much more than you. But don't worry; you will understand all, when the time is right. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. Oh, and I thought I would introduce you to some of my friends. Please, don't play too hard, they are rather delicate. Well, goodbye then."
Rage started walking away as more creature came out from the shadows to attack. Sam pointed the shot gun in Rage's direction, but the creatures had already moved in and blocked the path to Rage. Sam immediately leaped back and began firing. The shotgun took out several creatures at once with every shot, mutilating them and sending them screaming to the ground. Sam started running back for the warehouse, but when he got to the door he found it was locked. As he looked around, he could see immediately that there was a ladder leading up to the top of some of the crates. Pulling out the pistol, Sam began firing at the creatures as he made his way to the ladder and jumped onto it starting to climb. Getting to the top, he threw his bag and shotgun on top, climbing up over. He stood on top and looked down on the barrage of creatures that were beginning to fill the warehouse.
Sam looked around for a way out. The only thing he saw was a rail on top that was used to move crates around. He took a deep breath and decided to shimmy across it. Deciding to leave the water and food behind, he threw some of the shotgun shells into his pockets, put the gun in his waist, and then leaped up, catching his hands around the rail. He began to shimmy across, moving slowly, trying not to lose his grip. So far things were good, but about halfway across, he started to feel a bit tired. He began to speed up and nearly losing his grip, he swung and threw himself to the crate tops at the end. After jumping to the top of the crate, he gathered himself and looked down once again to find the warehouse packed. He turned back around finding a window to the outside of the warehouse and broke it. With one last huff of breath, he sighed and walked out. He looked around the area and eventually found a light pole close enough to the roof that he could use to slide down. He wrapped the shotgun around the pole and used it to help him slide down. He did so and landed on the ground, looking out into surrounding environments as he gathered himself. He was now near a dock behind the factory, and it was now foggy all around him.
He walked over to the dock and peered out over the waters. He could see a light shining across the water. He squinted his eyes to make out any details, but it was too foggy to tell anything. The air was cool and crisp, and the dock made Sam almost feel like he was in another place. It was like when he would go to the beach or to the west coast. He would sit and close his eyes and just take in the air and the sound of the water and the sun. For a brief moment, Sam lost himself in those memories, but it was only a brief moment. He was brought back to reality when he heard the sound of two row boats hitting each other as the waves made them bob up and down. Sam slowly went to one of them and climbed in.
He rubbed his leg some, feeling where he had been scratched. It had started to heal a bit, but it also started to feel a tad painful as it create a thumping sensation. Ignoring it, he picked up the oars and gave a sigh. Was it almost over? Was the nightmare that had only begun a few hours ago close to finishing? He didn't have the answers to those questions, but the hope that it was almost over was something that kept him enthusiastic about finishing it. And that is what was on his mind as he began to row the boat off into the fog, the single shining light his only guide....