He awoke in the normal Silent Hill once again, laying in front of the Lakeside Hotel, his radio crackled lightly as he saw monsters moving in the fog, blocking all points of escape. He stood, but noticed a shotgun, as well as spare ammunition. He wondered how it got there, or how he even got to the Lakeside Hotel, his mind was blaring at him, and he felt more of a shell then ever, a shell filled with pain, madness, fear, and anger. He grabbed the shotgun, loaded it, and kicked into the door to the Hotel. He saw movement to his left and fired, he missed his target.
Cassandra stepped from where he fired. "Wait!" she said, holding up her hands. "Its me!" She handed him his old shotgun, and he gave her the one he had found. He turned on the light and scanned the room before heading up the stairs. He and his wife had stayed here on their honeymoon, before he had entered the Air Force, he knew the place inside and out. Their room had been 205, and that was where he was headed.
He was about to kick in the door blocking their path up the stairs when a song broke through the radio's crackle. He looked at it, and tried to fight back the tears. It was their song. He fell to his knees and gripped the radio. He threw it to the ground and stabbed at it, the music would not end. Cassandra stood there not sure what was wrong with him, or why he was destroying the only means of theirs to detect the monsters. The music would not stop.
He stood and kicked in the gate, part of it was from blind rage, the other was to get to the wing their honeymoon room had been. He had lost it. He didn't notice his leg go through the door, he didn't notice the blood. He finally smashed the door down on off its hinges and fell to the floor. He blacked out.
He awoke a few hours later, light shined in through the window of the room they were in. He sat up, and saw Cassandra with a shotgun pointed at him. She demanded to know what had happened. He stood and asked her if she heard the music, she had not. He started to think he was crazy. He took his shotgun back after convincing her it was safe and found out they were in room 206. Right next to the room he needed to be in. He pushed opened the door and walked to the next room, he tried it and found it was locked, not only that but the handle was hot. He aimed his shotgun and blew off the handle, and kicked in the door. He gasped when he saw the room was on fire.
In the center was a woman, screaming in agony as the fire lapped her skin away, before her stood Pyramid Head. He saw it was his wife. A pain ripped through his mind, he remembered how his wife had died in a accidental fire. He began to weep as he watched it unfold again, but this time it was different, she hadn't been tied up, this monster hadn't been there. He could not handle it, so he just opened fire. He ran into the room once Pyramid Head fell, and tried to save his wife, the flames were so intense he had to fall back. He could not watch her burn. He closed his eyes tight, hearing her screams. His mind could not handle the strain of it all and snapped. He opened his mind as a horrific realization came to him.
He found himself in the room still, but it was normal, the fog blocked all sunlight from the window. He sat on the floor, Cassandra sitting in a chair in front of him. He began to cry, from the events, from what he had realized. She leaned over, and rested a hand on him. "Father." She spoke. "You've finally remembered. It is time to pay." She stood.
He had realized his memories were lies. He had not retired, he had been court martialed. He had suffered from multiple personalities for a long time but did not know it. He had killed his wife years before, having set the fire that killed her. He had killed his fellows officers only recently, while trying to escape he killed his daughter.
Memories of how he slaughtered the bus load of people, how he killed the two survivors, those outside the mall, those within, and one he had found on his way to the Lakeside Motel.
He hung his head low, he put the barrel of the shotgun to his forehead, ready to kill himself. The image of his daughter took it from him. "You will not go out like this." She spoke. "You must return to the outside world. You must take your punishment!"
He looked to her, and nodded sadly. He did not know what he could ever do to atone for his crimes, but he would make sure they never happened again. He stood slowly, leaving the gun behind. As he walked the town was deserted, he encountered no monsters or any other humans. He followed the path out of town to where the bus had been. There were police there taking care of the scene. He turned himself over.
He now spends his days in a mental institution, under constant watch and solitary confinement. This was not his punishment. His punishment is the torment he gets when he sleeps, the torture that comes with the nightmares sent to him by Silent Hill.
The End.