Chris began to get tired of running. Whoever
this person was, they were fast. The black figure
took a right on the street. Chris noticed an alley
between two buildings, that looked like it lead onto
the street the black figure was running to. He ran
into the alley and nearly tripped over some trash cans.
It felt liked they had walked in front of him. He
pushed them out of the way, and kept running. He could
see the street, he jumped onto it, and landed in front
of the mysterious person. He would soon learn what
this person's purpose in Silent Hill.
"Who are you?"
Chris got no response. It looked to be a young man
in his teens. He couldn't get a good look at his face, not
with all darkness and fog. He reached into his pocket, and
pulled out the flashlight. He turned it on. The young man
had long blonde hair, and was about 5"6. He was shaking,
he was probably scared out of his mind.
"Hey what's your name? I'm not going to hurt you."
"Yes you are! Your one of them, get away from me!"
The kid got up and started running again. Chris grabbed his arm, and slapped him.
"Calm down!"
"I'm sorry."
"Now what's your name?"
"My Friends call me Tommy."
"Ok Tommy, How old are you? You shouldn't be out so late."
"I'm thirteen, and I don't have to listen to you:
"Hey calm down, I just meant there's some strange stuff going on, and it might be dangerous."
"Dangerous? Dangerous? You don't know what danger is!
But you'll find out soon, you'll be sorry you came to this town!"
Tommy flicked Chris off and started running away again.
"Hey wait!"
"Screw you!"
Chris sighed, he hoped the kid would be ok. But he began to
wonder what Tommy meant by "You'll be sorry you came to
this town!". He sighed once again and started walking down
the street. He Noticed a sign: Pete's Bowl O'Rama. He
started walking towards it, hoping maybe he can find some
answers. The windows had cracks in them, his broken
reflection stared at him. He opened the door, as it creeped open
and made a irritating squeaky sound. It was dark, He shinned
his flashlight on the ground. There was broken glass, and blood
on the floor. There was a door to the left, but it was locked, and
there was another door in front of him. He opened the door, and
found himself in the bowling alley. There was a couple of lights on,
and more blood, in fact it was sick. There was a body inside of one
the ball return machines, it's legs were sticking out. Chris felt
sick again, he walked on. He found a box of pizza on one of the
tables, it had moldy pizza in it. It must have been lying there for at
least a couple of weeks. He noticed something moving in the
back where the bowling pins were. He pulled out his
gun, and shined his flashlight towards the figure.
