It was night time and the fog wasn't lifting up.
It seemed only to get thicker as it crawled across
Chris's face. Chris had been running, running blindly
into the growing night. He was scared, and lost. but
he knew if he stopped, they would catch him. Chris
Jackson, found guilty of murder. He was to be put to
death, for the murder of Sarah Hopkins. He escaped
from prison, and ran for what felt like days. He
stopped to catch his breath. He could feel his heart
punching at his chest, trying to rip him apart. He
looked around to see where he had ran too, he noticed
a sign: Silent Hill one mile.
"Hmmm Silent Hill sounds nice, I could rest up there."
He began to walk down the road. It felt empty, not a single car went by. He could feel the wind combing through his brown spiky hair. It gave him an eerie feeling. He could feel his throat getting dry, and knotting up, as if it wanted him to suffocate. He began to see buildings in the distance, but saw no lights on.
"Man what time is it? You'd think they'd have some street lights at least."
He walked into the town. He noticed a gas station. He
walked up to it, and tried opening it, but the door was
locked. He noticed the sign and it said: Sunday-4 a.m. to
2 a.m. Monday through Saturday-open all day. Today was
Thursday, Chris became weirded out by that, it wasn't
a holiday, so it should be opened. He walked up to the window
and looked inside, it was pitch black. He shrugged his
shoulders and punched the window. The glass shattered,
throwing glass at him, cutting his right cheek. He jumped
inside, and looked for a light switch. He went over to what
looked like the counter, and found the light switch. He flipped
it on, feeling electricity run threw his index finger. The lights
came on, not giving Chris a chance to be prepared for what
he saw. One of the aisles was knocked over and there was
blood all over it. He noticed There was a bloody man, inside
one of the freezer's where the drinks would be stored normally.
"What the hell happened here? Maybe I should of stayed
locked up."
He grabbed some food and a flashlight. He walked over and
found a hand on the ground holding a gun. Chris turned away,
trying not to vomit. He picked up the 9mm from the hand and
put it in his pocket with the flashlight. He examined the body
in the freezer, it looked like it had it's rib cage split opened.
Suddenly some footsteps ran past the gas station. The noise
echoed into the store and Chris turned to look, but was to late
to catch a glimpse of what ran by. He heard the footsteps going
around the store. He ran to the window and jumped out. He began
running after this mysterious person that might be able to tell him
what happened.
