SILENT HILL- ESTELLE
Three of what were now close enough that Noah could see they were hospital staff dropped to the floor, the others
simply treading over their fallen comrades and continuing on. He had fired five shots, one had missed completely
and ricocheted dangerously close to him. Another had found it's way into a nurse's leg, not even slowing her down.
The other three had been decent head shots, which seemed to be a weak point providing the undead lumbering things
pursuing him had any at all. Ten bullets were left now, and the pain in Noah's shoulder was distracting him more every second.
He thought the bullet must have pierced his shoulder joint or at least come close, he could barely move his right arm and
had to shoot with his less adept left. There were far too many of them, at least twenty and that was just at the passing glances
Noah managed between shots. He sighted up a tall doctor's temple with the beretta, squeezing the trigger as another wave of
pain screamed across his wounded arm. His heart threatened to stop on him, as Noah heard only a click. The gun was jammed.
"Fucking fuck it all!" Noah shouted, fumbling with sweaty hands as he worked the gun's chamber trying desperately to free the defective
round. The elevator bell dinged again, and Noah heard grinding metal as he was pulled backwards. The panic and blood loss
overtook him at last, his vision blacking out as he saw the elevator doors slide shut in front of his shoes. He fell back, catching
a glimpse of someone standing over him as his consciousness left him.
Noah awoke with a high pitched shriek, falling off the gurney and tumbling over to the floor. He noticed that the floor was normal.
And dirty, ugly green tiles stained brown and black. But there was no blood, and no animate parts. He jerked himsef upwards,
looking around at the room. It was small, smaller than most hospital rooms anyways. As he checked himself over, Noah saw
that his arm was securely bandaged. The bleeding had stopped, and he felt inexplicably calmed. "It's the drugs." A soft female
voice offered, as Noah turned to face it. There was a woman at the other side of the room, placing various medical bottles into a
cabinet already lined with them. Facing the wall, Noah could only see her long black hair set over her thin frame. Powder
blue pants fitting loosely with a black belt around the waist extended from the ends of her hair down to her dirty white sneakers.
"Who...How did...What did you do..." Noah stammered over his words in a dazed tone, still wobbly from whatever she had given him.
"I suppose I saved your life, at least for now." She answered, closing the cabinet. Noah put a hand to his forehead, trying to remember.
The girl had pulled him into the elevator he knew that, but who was she? How could she have been in a place like this and not been
attacked as he had? "What do you mean for now?" Noah asked suspiciously, eyeing the gun resting on a chair that stood
between the two of them. He stepped towards it, seeing the girl turn her head slightly before he even moved. "You can have it back,
I fixed it." She said, as Noah snatched it up quickly. The lodged bullet was sitting beside the gun, Noah checked the clip and found
it was fully loaded again. "What are you doing here.." Noah asked, his tone growing deeper as his mistrust rose. He realized he'd
practically growled it at her, and was a little sorry. But it was just too strange, her apperance had been too convienient.
"You have to stop, or you won't survive." The girl spoke plainly, touching the wall in front of her. It was all the more suspicious
that she refused to turn around and face him. She was obviously hiding something. "You are good, Noah. I see it. You're not like him."
The girl spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. She had a sweet voice, and soothing, almost melodic. Could she be a nurse here?
Somehow unaffected by whatever had happened to everyone else? "I don't remember telling my name to you." Noah accused,
raising the gun. "You didn't need to, this place knows." She giggled, her body slowly rocking from side to side. She put her ear to the wall,
and Noah could almost see the side of her face. Beside the gurney was a flashlight, albeit a tiny one. The radio was silent, implying
she wasn't some kind of monster. But humans could be just as dangerous, and Noah wasn't stupid. His left hand grabbed the flashlight,
switching it on and shining it forward as his right hand kept the gun on the strange woman. "Turn around. " Noah ordered, stepping closer.
The girl brought her head away from the wall, looking upwards slightly as she sighed. "Oh, you poor man. You have to try and see the truth,
or else you'll die here like the others." Others? Noah thought, his tension rising. Could this short girl have killed everyone in the town
all by herself? Noah wouldn't have guessed her age at anything over nineteen. "I've seen all manner of backwards shit today, lady."
Noah countered, stepping a little closer. "So you tell me, what part of this backwater mindfuck do you think is the truth? And I'll only ask once
more for you to please turn around." The girl finally did face him, pivoting her feet in place as she slowly turned. Her gaze meeting the floor.
"Look at me." Noah demanded, holding the gun close to her. As she obeyed, Noah's body shivered at the sight of her. She seemed to feel it,
and tilted her head slightly. Her expression was a sorrowful one, as she met him with eyes that would forever remain peacefully closed.
Somone, perhaps herself had sewn them shut. "I'll tell you this Noah.." She spoke, her voice still soft and unwaivering.
"You mustn't rely on your eyes to see in this town, nor a gun to protect you."
Three of what were now close enough that Noah could see they were hospital staff dropped to the floor, the others
simply treading over their fallen comrades and continuing on. He had fired five shots, one had missed completely
and ricocheted dangerously close to him. Another had found it's way into a nurse's leg, not even slowing her down.
The other three had been decent head shots, which seemed to be a weak point providing the undead lumbering things
pursuing him had any at all. Ten bullets were left now, and the pain in Noah's shoulder was distracting him more every second.
He thought the bullet must have pierced his shoulder joint or at least come close, he could barely move his right arm and
had to shoot with his less adept left. There were far too many of them, at least twenty and that was just at the passing glances
Noah managed between shots. He sighted up a tall doctor's temple with the beretta, squeezing the trigger as another wave of
pain screamed across his wounded arm. His heart threatened to stop on him, as Noah heard only a click. The gun was jammed.
"Fucking fuck it all!" Noah shouted, fumbling with sweaty hands as he worked the gun's chamber trying desperately to free the defective
round. The elevator bell dinged again, and Noah heard grinding metal as he was pulled backwards. The panic and blood loss
overtook him at last, his vision blacking out as he saw the elevator doors slide shut in front of his shoes. He fell back, catching
a glimpse of someone standing over him as his consciousness left him.
Noah awoke with a high pitched shriek, falling off the gurney and tumbling over to the floor. He noticed that the floor was normal.
And dirty, ugly green tiles stained brown and black. But there was no blood, and no animate parts. He jerked himsef upwards,
looking around at the room. It was small, smaller than most hospital rooms anyways. As he checked himself over, Noah saw
that his arm was securely bandaged. The bleeding had stopped, and he felt inexplicably calmed. "It's the drugs." A soft female
voice offered, as Noah turned to face it. There was a woman at the other side of the room, placing various medical bottles into a
cabinet already lined with them. Facing the wall, Noah could only see her long black hair set over her thin frame. Powder
blue pants fitting loosely with a black belt around the waist extended from the ends of her hair down to her dirty white sneakers.
"Who...How did...What did you do..." Noah stammered over his words in a dazed tone, still wobbly from whatever she had given him.
"I suppose I saved your life, at least for now." She answered, closing the cabinet. Noah put a hand to his forehead, trying to remember.
The girl had pulled him into the elevator he knew that, but who was she? How could she have been in a place like this and not been
attacked as he had? "What do you mean for now?" Noah asked suspiciously, eyeing the gun resting on a chair that stood
between the two of them. He stepped towards it, seeing the girl turn her head slightly before he even moved. "You can have it back,
I fixed it." She said, as Noah snatched it up quickly. The lodged bullet was sitting beside the gun, Noah checked the clip and found
it was fully loaded again. "What are you doing here.." Noah asked, his tone growing deeper as his mistrust rose. He realized he'd
practically growled it at her, and was a little sorry. But it was just too strange, her apperance had been too convienient.
"You have to stop, or you won't survive." The girl spoke plainly, touching the wall in front of her. It was all the more suspicious
that she refused to turn around and face him. She was obviously hiding something. "You are good, Noah. I see it. You're not like him."
The girl spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. She had a sweet voice, and soothing, almost melodic. Could she be a nurse here?
Somehow unaffected by whatever had happened to everyone else? "I don't remember telling my name to you." Noah accused,
raising the gun. "You didn't need to, this place knows." She giggled, her body slowly rocking from side to side. She put her ear to the wall,
and Noah could almost see the side of her face. Beside the gurney was a flashlight, albeit a tiny one. The radio was silent, implying
she wasn't some kind of monster. But humans could be just as dangerous, and Noah wasn't stupid. His left hand grabbed the flashlight,
switching it on and shining it forward as his right hand kept the gun on the strange woman. "Turn around. " Noah ordered, stepping closer.
The girl brought her head away from the wall, looking upwards slightly as she sighed. "Oh, you poor man. You have to try and see the truth,
or else you'll die here like the others." Others? Noah thought, his tension rising. Could this short girl have killed everyone in the town
all by herself? Noah wouldn't have guessed her age at anything over nineteen. "I've seen all manner of backwards shit today, lady."
Noah countered, stepping a little closer. "So you tell me, what part of this backwater mindfuck do you think is the truth? And I'll only ask once
more for you to please turn around." The girl finally did face him, pivoting her feet in place as she slowly turned. Her gaze meeting the floor.
"Look at me." Noah demanded, holding the gun close to her. As she obeyed, Noah's body shivered at the sight of her. She seemed to feel it,
and tilted her head slightly. Her expression was a sorrowful one, as she met him with eyes that would forever remain peacefully closed.
Somone, perhaps herself had sewn them shut. "I'll tell you this Noah.." She spoke, her voice still soft and unwaivering.
"You mustn't rely on your eyes to see in this town, nor a gun to protect you."