When Zak awoke the sun had set and the mist had completely engulfed the town of Silent Hill. He got to his feet and walked over to the window and looked down; the streets lights lit up a dirt street two floors down. Zak stepped back from the window and opened his suitcase. It was filled with clothes and had a toothbrush, nothing more. Zak removed all of his clothes and ran his finger down the back of the suitcase before ripping the material back to reveal a thin compartment. Inside the compartment was a large box which Zak removed and put on his bed before he put all of his clothes back into the case and put it under his bed. Zak then turned his attention back to the black wooden box; he had inherited it from his grandfather. The bounty-hunter opened the box to reveal three pistols. Two of them were new, obviously not inherited and then there was a large black colt. Zak withdrew the two silver pistols and attached their silencers before slipping them into the holsters beneath his suit jacket. Gently Zak removed the long black colt from the box and examined it in the little light he had. It was a beautiful piece of work; it must have been older than Zak himself. Zak slipped the colt single-action into the holster on the back of his belt.
Quietly Zak left his room and locked his door before walking towards the staircase. Unknown to Zak there was a viscous liquid at the top of the stairs on which Zak slipped and was sent crashing down the flight of stairs. Down the two flights of stairs Zak crashed until he hit the stone floor of the entrance hall. Zak groaned and pulled himself to his feet, using the desk to give him support. Zak looked around; someone must have heard him crashing down the stairs, but if they had then they must have ignored it as no-one came to investigate. Seeing as he did not know his way around in the dark Zak flicked on the light switch activating the dull-yellow light bulb. He had a quick look around, it did not seem like there was anyone in the office or the kitchens behind. Zak then tried the front doors to find them bolted shut. Now he had a gut feeling that there was something not quite right in this place but batted it aside. Seeing as he could not get out Zak decided to go back to his room. Slowly Zak climbed the stairs that he had just fallen down, turning on the hallway lights as he went. When he reached the top of the stairs he knelt down to examine the liquid he had slipped on. After dipping his fingers into the black liquid Zak had no idea what it was. He reached up and flicked on the lights. When they flickered into life he almost stumbled down the stairs when he saw a huge pool of blood oozing from beneath a bedroom door. Zak hammered on the door and called out for someone in the room. He tried the door but found it locked. Removing a lock pick kit from his pocket Zak quickly had the door unlocked. He turned the handle and shoved the door but something was blocking it. Zak stepped back and kicked the door. The door did not fall inwards as something was blocking it. Instead the door hinges broke and the door fell outwards.
Silently Zak stepped into the bedroom, past the chest of drawers that was blocking the door. The windows were wide open which made the room freezing cold. Zak ignored the cold and flicked on the lights. Someone had smashed the light bulb and so Zak was stuck in the dark. A click echoed out from the bathroom and a white slice of light peeked out from under the door.
"Hello?" Zak called out but there was no reply. Drawing one of his silver pistols Zak walked over to the door. Lightly he pushed it open but was startled when someone slammed it closed. Zak faced the door; what the hell is going on? He thought. Zak decided not to wait to find out and kicked the door open in a shower of splinters. Zak stepped into the brightly lit bathroom to find it empty. The shower curtain was drawn across but that's not what worried Zak; the blood splattered across the bathroom was. Bloody handprints covered the walls and pools of blood rested around the bathtub. Zak walked over to the bathtub and reached out to pull back the shower curtain. Where the hall has the person gone? he thought. Zak froze before pulling back the shower curtain; in horror movies it had not been a good idea to be inquisitive. Hell he thought and ripped the curtain back. The bath was filled to the brim with water which was contaminated with dark blood. Zak bit his tongue to stop himself from throwing up. He knew what he had to do next; empty the bath. It was not something he wanted to do but his curiosity was begging him to do it. After pulling his shirt and jacket all the way up to his elbow Zak put his hand into the hot-bloody water. Slowly he reached the bottom and removed the plug. He snatched his hand out of the water and took a towel from the rail and wiped his bloody hand. Slowly the water emptied, Zak was glad to see that there was no body in there but that left the question of where the person had gone. Someone had definitely been in the room when he and tried to enter, so where had they gone?
Maybe they haven't gone he thought.
Ice cold fear spread through Zak, making his throat dry and panic began to set in. Zak bolted for the door and managed to make it out of the bathroom. Swiftly he turned and slammed the door. The room was as cold as ever but Zak did not wait. Panic had set in and Zak ran out of the room to his own. When he arrived he found the door closed. With adrenaline flowing through his bloodstream Zak found his senses heightened. He heard the click of the light being switched off in the bathroom and the rattle of the doorknob as the door was opened. Zak fished the key from his pocket quickly but dropped it into the pool of blood. Zak could hear footsteps in the bedroom behind him but he dared not look back. Zak got the key from the pool of blood and opened his bedroom door before diving inside and slamming it shut.
Zak sat there, back against the door, head in his hands. It had been years since Zak had been scared like he just had been. He had been through fire fights and many other situations where he could have died but he had never felt so afraid. There was something about the place he was in; something was very, very wrong.