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He talks to angels
And the stars start to spin
He thinks of troubles that he's gotten in
He recalls how his heart got broken
And how it's still that way-- The King of Broken Hearts, George Strait

"How bad is she, Doctor?"

"Pretty bad...Severe lacerations all over her body, bullet wounds in her left leg...One almost pierced her right lung. God, and she's only..what, six years old?"

"Will she survive?"

"..I believe so. She lost a lot of blood, but her wounds aren't mortal. Yes, I think she'll survive. It's just..."

"..Yes?"

"...Her body will be severely scarred. Those thugs may have been half hearted when they shot and knifed her.....But, they slashed many times. And there is nothing we can do about that."

It's dark... Amy thought when she started waking up. I can't see.... Slowly, her eyes started adjusting to the dim light, and she was able to take in her surroundings. She couldn't tell exactlywhere she was in, but she was lying on a bench in some kind of store. And there were alot of flowers.

A flower store.

The little light came from an overhead bulb that flickered ominously. She blinked and tried to sit up, a sharp prick of pain making her wince.

"..What?" She muttered when she saw that a green bomberarmy jacket was covering her. She pulled it off, noticing she had a large, white bandage on her side where she was slashed.

"You're awake," A voice said, and Amy jumped, looking behind her. A tall man with dirty blonde hair was walking toward her. That much she could tell with the dim light. He wore some jeans and a gray collared shirt. He smiled at her. "Looks like I didn't screw up after all..."

She blinked. "..You...did this?" She asked, looking at that bandage again. "..Why?"

"I couldn't just leave you there on the street bleeding," He explained. "Besides, you're the first person I've seen in a while in this town." He looked around a little nervously. Amy noticed he had a piece of wood in one hand. "I'm James."

"Amy," She said, holding her side, turning to face him. "Thanks..."

"Hey, no problem. But....what happened?" For one split second, the teen couldn't remember, but then it hit her, and she groaned softly.

"Dogs.." She muttered, shivering. "They attacked me...But..." She shook her head. "Never mind, you wouldn't believe me." James looked at her sympathetically.

"Try me...Something's wrong with this place.." he replied, sighing. "..Hey. Did you see anyone around here?" His tone sounded very hopeful, and he pulled something out of his pocket, handing it to her.

Amy looked at it. It was of a pretty woman with strawberry blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. "Wow...She's really pretty..Who is she?" She asked, handing it back to him.

"My wife, Mary..Well..My late wife.." He looked away. Amy blinked, standing up. It still hurt, but she was used to pain, and ignored it. "She's sent me a letter that said she wanted to meet me here...But I don't know where."

"Well...I didn't see anyone." Amy knew that she was lieing, but she was pretty sure that James didn't want to hear about a half-eaten, mutilated individual. And somehow, she felt it wasn't this "Mary" woman. "Sorry."

James sighed. "It's ok," he said. They sat in silence for a few seconds before something started crackling in James' jacket. Amy jumped again, reaching into a pocket and taking out a radio.

"What the--?" She started but stopped when James put a finger to his lips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, shivering as the air suddenly chilled. She heard a scuffling, and a strange kind of cough. Her eyes pleaded with James to explain, but he was busy raising up the plank.

"Don't move," He whispered, walking forward. The static on the radio got louder and louder as a strange figure limped into the dim light. It looked like something trapped in a straight jacket, struggling againist the bonds, thelimbsmelted together,walking crookedly. It made that strange coughing sound before suddenly opening up and spitting out a distgusting green mist. She gasped, taking a step back, as did James.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" She shouted, unable to stop herself. James didn't answer, lunging forward and hitting it hard with the plank. It made a sickening sound as the thing croaked, falling to the ground. It started to scurry around, and the man hit it again, panting hard. This time, though, it didn't get up, a pool of blood forming.

"Are you ok?" he asked, and she nodded, staring at the creature with wide eyes. He sighed with relief, though he winced slightly. "Those things are all over this town..."

"..Hey, what about you?" She said, holding her side and walking toward him. "Did you get hit by that..thing's..spit?" He nodded.

"I'll be fine, though...I found some health drinks, things like that," he explained. "We should get out of here...There may be more of them..Can you walk?" Amy nodded, though she was tired.

"What is this place, anyway?" She asked, following him. He shrugged, looking around cautiously again.

"Some store. I had to bust the window though....I don't know if those things can smell, but do you want to take a chance?" She shook her head. They climbed out of the window, James helping her, and looked around.

"Where do we go?" She asked, as he got out his map. She was tempted to get out the brochure, just to see if it ahd any clues. She was as lost as he was.

"Right now we're on Sanders Street, since I took you into that flower shop...I have to get to Rosewater Park, but a lot of the streets are blocked off..And I saw this note that said, 'I'll be waiting for you at Neely's Bar'," He said, while Amy started taking out the brochure.. "What about you?"

Amy was busy reading it, and was shocked to find it changed. Instead of just the Toluca Lake advertisement, there was also one for Lakeside Amusement Park, and some kind of old theater. No..It can't be...I just didn't read it throughly, that's all... "Uhhh...Some theater..It says here it's near Lucky Jade Restaurant..."

"According to the map, that isn't too far from here...By the way..Why are you here in Silent Hill?" Amy hesitated, starting to walk away, though the fog made her more nervous than usual.

"..I'm like you.." She finally answered. "...I just want to find someone."