Chapter 7: Old and Central Silent Hill
Jason had headed off into the misty night after parting ways with Scarlet at Midwhich Elementary School. He had checked his map once he got across the street. Midwhich and Bradbury St. before continuing down Bradbury until he came to an ally that led up to Bloch St., he went up the ally and went to the part of his map marked with K. Gordon's name. He went into the house, and looked around. It was just like his had been when his family had lived here more then 17 years ago, all the houses in Old Silent Hill were designed the same, and he had lived on the center of Upper Levian St. with his family, they had been killed when Silent Hill had turned into this hell hole, he had been thankfully out of town, having moved when he turned 19. He pushed the memories back as he made his way through. He found ammo on the table, behind it was a Church Key. He put them in his pack and then left the house. He had come out on Bachman Rd., and laughed a little at the fact that some years back the streets had been renamed after famous horror writers. He was laughing when his radio crackled, he had kept it low since during the sewer it was useless, and as such he was jumped by a Demon Dog, who scratched up his left shoulder. He looked up at the dog as it turned to charge again and he rolled up into a kneeling position firing his gun off. The monster fell as he stood; he felt his shoulder bleeding but couldn't take care of it on his own. He moved faster now, wanting to get someplace to patch himself up. He turned right on Bloch St and remembered he had the key. He unlocked the door and pushed them open, coming into a normal looking church. He slowly approached the alter, and knelt before the crucifix of Christ. He was catholic by birth, and somewhat by practice, he was in between Catholic and someone who doubted his faith. He failed to notice the door off to his left open as he was busy praying for God to help him. "Hello." A woman's voice called. Jason turned to find a Nun. "How have you survived?" Jason asked, standing, he kept his hand secretly on his gun, just incase she was something more then a Nun.
"Honestly, I don't know." The nun said. "I came here with a group of Nuns and Priests to cleans this place, ordered to come here by the Pope himself." She was hesitant to continue, but did. "They. They were slaughtered by those demons. Why has God forsaken this place?" "In a sense, God didn't, at least, not the God you know." Jason said, and he told her about the Cult that was pretty much running the show. "How can Pagans such as them have so much power?" She asked.
"Honestly, I don't know." Jason said. He motioned to his shoulder. "Can you patch up my shoulder for me? I got attacked." "Sure." The nun said and proceeded to patch him up. They talked for a bit, Jason almost forgetting he had a mission to complete for Angel. "Look, I have to get going. Come with me, I'll protect you." "No!" The nun exclaimed. She slowly backed up. "I will not leave the protection of the Church!" She turned and ran through the open doorway behind her, locking it. He ran to the door and tried to bust it down, he wasn't able to and then he heard her screaming in pain. "NO!" He yelled. He sighed and sat in front of the door for a few minutes. He got up and slowly left the church, after collecting his stuff and some ammo. He was hoping to help the girl get out of this town, to help her get back to wherever it is she came from. He left the Church, and checked his map. He headed for the Bridge to the right, he came across the control room, and even though the bridge was down for him to cross, he entered the lower room and began to search it. He found a Chainsaw and a Rock Drill, but didn't pick them up because the fact he had no way to carry them around, maybe if he was missing a hand and had a tool shed. He laughed to himself at the thought of being like one of his favorite heroes, Ash Williams from Evil Dead Trilogy. He shook his head and went outside, going up the stairs to the Control Room. He looked around finding ammo on the desk, as well as a Memo Pad.
I am on my way across the bridge to goto the Hospitable. I did not find my daughter at the school, but I did see that young woman again there. What is she? A Ghost? One of these monsters? I wish I knew. I wish I knew what it
was with these weird people around here. I met a woman named Dahlia Gillespie at the Church, she was really weird. I'm going to check out the Hospitable, see if theres anyone there. I had to leave the Chainsaw behind downstairs, it was too heavy for me to carry, and maybe I'll pick it back
up before I leave tow once I find my daughter.
Anyways, I better get going, I've rested long enough. I hope whoever is reading this will find use for the weapon I left behind, and that you make
it out of this town safe.
-Signed Harry
"So Angel's stories of Harry Mason, the "Father" of the Holy One was true." Jason said. He made sure his gun was fully loaded before heading back outside and heading across the bridge. Once across the bridge he checked his map, seeing the Police Station was nearby. "Jackpot! I can get a better weapon!" he said. He ran for the station just across the street from where he was, and stopped as his radio crackled to life, and in front of him stood two ape monsters. He fired off at the closest, taking it down with a full clip, and as he tried to reload he was jumped, losing his gun and the clip in the process. He struggled for his knife as it bit into his side; once he had freed his knife from his pocket he began to stab the ape monster in the gut. Ten stabs later the monster was dead. Jason lay there trying to regain his strength. When he had it he crawled to his gun and the clip, putting it into the gun and tried to get up, getting able to after several tries. He made it into the Police Station, which was thankfully empty of monsters. He rested to use a First Aid Kit and also to take a drink of one of his Health Drinks. He rested for a bit before going behind the counter of the main lobby, and into a door in the back that was luckily the armory. He looked around and found they didn't have anything more powerful then a Shotgun. "That's a small town for you." He said with a sigh. He grabbed a Shotgun and all the Shotgun ammo he could find. He loaded the ammo into the gun and into his bag before heading back into the Lobby. He took the door to his right and came into a little work area; he looked through some of the reports, mostly about a drug called White Claudia. He left the Police Station and the moment he stepped into the center of Sagan St. Sirens blazed, filling his head with an intense pain. He fell against a car, holding his head and trying to keep from screaming out in pain. The pain only lasted for a minute then he looked around, finding everything had changed, everything was darker and twisted. The ground had turned into rusted metal. The road had closed off by the bridge, and also a block away at Simons St., except going towards the Hospitable. He followed the path set out for him, he encountered a pack of three demon dogs half way down Simmons St., and he dispatched them with two blasts from his new Shotgun. He came out on Koonts St and headed to his right, running to the Hospitable Gates. He ran inside and into the Waiting Room, finding it deserted and wrecked. He sat down to reloaded his weapon so it was fully loaded, then he took a drink of one of his Health Drinks.
To Be Continued
Jason had headed off into the misty night after parting ways with Scarlet at Midwhich Elementary School. He had checked his map once he got across the street. Midwhich and Bradbury St. before continuing down Bradbury until he came to an ally that led up to Bloch St., he went up the ally and went to the part of his map marked with K. Gordon's name. He went into the house, and looked around. It was just like his had been when his family had lived here more then 17 years ago, all the houses in Old Silent Hill were designed the same, and he had lived on the center of Upper Levian St. with his family, they had been killed when Silent Hill had turned into this hell hole, he had been thankfully out of town, having moved when he turned 19. He pushed the memories back as he made his way through. He found ammo on the table, behind it was a Church Key. He put them in his pack and then left the house. He had come out on Bachman Rd., and laughed a little at the fact that some years back the streets had been renamed after famous horror writers. He was laughing when his radio crackled, he had kept it low since during the sewer it was useless, and as such he was jumped by a Demon Dog, who scratched up his left shoulder. He looked up at the dog as it turned to charge again and he rolled up into a kneeling position firing his gun off. The monster fell as he stood; he felt his shoulder bleeding but couldn't take care of it on his own. He moved faster now, wanting to get someplace to patch himself up. He turned right on Bloch St and remembered he had the key. He unlocked the door and pushed them open, coming into a normal looking church. He slowly approached the alter, and knelt before the crucifix of Christ. He was catholic by birth, and somewhat by practice, he was in between Catholic and someone who doubted his faith. He failed to notice the door off to his left open as he was busy praying for God to help him. "Hello." A woman's voice called. Jason turned to find a Nun. "How have you survived?" Jason asked, standing, he kept his hand secretly on his gun, just incase she was something more then a Nun.
"Honestly, I don't know." The nun said. "I came here with a group of Nuns and Priests to cleans this place, ordered to come here by the Pope himself." She was hesitant to continue, but did. "They. They were slaughtered by those demons. Why has God forsaken this place?" "In a sense, God didn't, at least, not the God you know." Jason said, and he told her about the Cult that was pretty much running the show. "How can Pagans such as them have so much power?" She asked.
"Honestly, I don't know." Jason said. He motioned to his shoulder. "Can you patch up my shoulder for me? I got attacked." "Sure." The nun said and proceeded to patch him up. They talked for a bit, Jason almost forgetting he had a mission to complete for Angel. "Look, I have to get going. Come with me, I'll protect you." "No!" The nun exclaimed. She slowly backed up. "I will not leave the protection of the Church!" She turned and ran through the open doorway behind her, locking it. He ran to the door and tried to bust it down, he wasn't able to and then he heard her screaming in pain. "NO!" He yelled. He sighed and sat in front of the door for a few minutes. He got up and slowly left the church, after collecting his stuff and some ammo. He was hoping to help the girl get out of this town, to help her get back to wherever it is she came from. He left the Church, and checked his map. He headed for the Bridge to the right, he came across the control room, and even though the bridge was down for him to cross, he entered the lower room and began to search it. He found a Chainsaw and a Rock Drill, but didn't pick them up because the fact he had no way to carry them around, maybe if he was missing a hand and had a tool shed. He laughed to himself at the thought of being like one of his favorite heroes, Ash Williams from Evil Dead Trilogy. He shook his head and went outside, going up the stairs to the Control Room. He looked around finding ammo on the desk, as well as a Memo Pad.
I am on my way across the bridge to goto the Hospitable. I did not find my daughter at the school, but I did see that young woman again there. What is she? A Ghost? One of these monsters? I wish I knew. I wish I knew what it
was with these weird people around here. I met a woman named Dahlia Gillespie at the Church, she was really weird. I'm going to check out the Hospitable, see if theres anyone there. I had to leave the Chainsaw behind downstairs, it was too heavy for me to carry, and maybe I'll pick it back
up before I leave tow once I find my daughter.
Anyways, I better get going, I've rested long enough. I hope whoever is reading this will find use for the weapon I left behind, and that you make
it out of this town safe.
-Signed Harry
"So Angel's stories of Harry Mason, the "Father" of the Holy One was true." Jason said. He made sure his gun was fully loaded before heading back outside and heading across the bridge. Once across the bridge he checked his map, seeing the Police Station was nearby. "Jackpot! I can get a better weapon!" he said. He ran for the station just across the street from where he was, and stopped as his radio crackled to life, and in front of him stood two ape monsters. He fired off at the closest, taking it down with a full clip, and as he tried to reload he was jumped, losing his gun and the clip in the process. He struggled for his knife as it bit into his side; once he had freed his knife from his pocket he began to stab the ape monster in the gut. Ten stabs later the monster was dead. Jason lay there trying to regain his strength. When he had it he crawled to his gun and the clip, putting it into the gun and tried to get up, getting able to after several tries. He made it into the Police Station, which was thankfully empty of monsters. He rested to use a First Aid Kit and also to take a drink of one of his Health Drinks. He rested for a bit before going behind the counter of the main lobby, and into a door in the back that was luckily the armory. He looked around and found they didn't have anything more powerful then a Shotgun. "That's a small town for you." He said with a sigh. He grabbed a Shotgun and all the Shotgun ammo he could find. He loaded the ammo into the gun and into his bag before heading back into the Lobby. He took the door to his right and came into a little work area; he looked through some of the reports, mostly about a drug called White Claudia. He left the Police Station and the moment he stepped into the center of Sagan St. Sirens blazed, filling his head with an intense pain. He fell against a car, holding his head and trying to keep from screaming out in pain. The pain only lasted for a minute then he looked around, finding everything had changed, everything was darker and twisted. The ground had turned into rusted metal. The road had closed off by the bridge, and also a block away at Simons St., except going towards the Hospitable. He followed the path set out for him, he encountered a pack of three demon dogs half way down Simmons St., and he dispatched them with two blasts from his new Shotgun. He came out on Koonts St and headed to his right, running to the Hospitable Gates. He ran inside and into the Waiting Room, finding it deserted and wrecked. He sat down to reloaded his weapon so it was fully loaded, then he took a drink of one of his Health Drinks.
To Be Continued