They had walked through the forest at a slow but steady pace. He didn't want them to rush into danger. He stayed low to minimize any chance of them being spotted. His radio crackled lightly as they made there way. He stopped dead in his tracks half way through on their travels. The path was blocked by a fence with razor sharp barb wire at the top. He knew there shouldn't be anything here like this, especially when it cut through the path. He sighed heavily and forged a path for them through the woods, they would have to go off the path. The radio's crackle came louder and he could see the monsters moving around in the fog around them, he had to force himself to continue on. His mind somehow began to wander despite his concentration. He wondered about the souls killed, about the man Cassandra said killed them, and if they were being followed by him. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he suddenly sank into a murky water.
"We've found the swamps." Cassandra said from the land. He had heard about them when his school had taken trips to the Historical Society, and he also read the monument by his house. This place no doubt had some extreme version of what was happening to the town. The swamp was slowing them down, and he could feel creatures moving about, it scared him to think that something could be down there that could easily take them out. They were almost to the other side of the swamp when his radio crackled loudly. He let out a curse as a large octopus like creature rose from the swamp. He handed the shotgun to Cassandra to cover him and pulled out two of his knives, and waded for the monster who flailed its large tentacles widely. He dodge and dove under the water. Cassandra fired off rounds from the shotgun, taking off bits and pieces of the monster but doing little damage. He came up from the water and grabbed a tentacle and began to cut it off, the monster roaring and slammed him with a tentacle. Cassandra moved in close and blew off a tentacle, the monster flailed again and roared. She threw him the Shotgun when he called for it, having found a weakness, he shot it when it rose up exposing its underside, he shot it till it collapsed dead. He panted heavily and looked at it.
After a moments rest they continued on.
They reached the part of the town that was cut off by construction. They were close to where he lived, but he didn't want to stop there, his parents were long dead and what was left of his family lived out of town. They would take a boat at the docks and row the way there. His radio crackled no matter where they went, and he swore he saw that Pyramid Head again, but it faded into the fog whenever he saw it. They took refuge in a small store to get some rest. It was day time and from what the survivors, before he left them, that the monsters did not come out in the day.
When they were rested up it was still day and the moved quickly for the docks. They had broken into the meat factory and cut through it, when they came out the other side it was night, and he could see the Lighthouse's light, only it was red, projecting some sort of symbol into the fog. They walked to the docks where a boat was tied to it. Cassandra got in and he untied it. The Siren blared once more and he bent over in pain. Cassandra did not seem to notice it. The water began to get rough and the boat slipped away from the docks, she called for his help but he could not get through the pain. The docks blew apart and he blacked out as he sank into the water.
His slowly came to, not remembering what happened. His body ached and head pounded, he slowly sat up and rubbed his forehead, finally remembering, he looked around and did not see Cassandra, only the road and above him and forest beyond. His radio crackled to life and he saw his long dead wife running down the road, being chased by a dog. He ran to help her, even though he knew she was dead, even though all he had left was a knife. He drew it as he got closer, then he lost her in the fog. His radio crackled louder, and he heard her scream through it.
He ran foreword into the thick fog, and found the now demon looking dog hovering over his wife's body. He let out a bloody roar and jumped on it, stabbing at it violently. After he took his wife's corpse in his arms, holding her tight as he cried, as he yelled as it ripped at his heart. It hurt him to see his wife die a second time. He held on to her tight before blacking out again, the sirens blaring in the distance.
When he awoke her body and the fog was gone. The road was replaced by a rusty metal walkway and all around him was the dark abyss. He began to follow it, knife gripped tight in his hand, the radio crackled constantly in warning of what lay ahead. He had no way to defend himself other then the knife, so he had to take it slow.
The path came onto a large area, the ground still the same. He looked up at a twisted version of the lighthouse, it still showing its red light. He sighed heavily and headed for where he remembered the Lakeside Hotel to be.