I'm here and waiting for you.
Where are you? I can't find you.
I'm here and waiting for you.
I'll wait forever for you.
Christopher sat in his vehicle. He had been there for five minutes or so, and truth be told, he wasn't doing anything terribly productive. He had been staring at the sign before him with two arrows upon it. One led to the safety of Brahms while the other to the deserted town of Silent Hill. He tapped his fingers upon the steering wheel before him as he turned over his options in his head.
He could go home. He could try to clean himself up and accept the fact Rose and Sharon were gone. That was what everyone told him to do. Hell, that was the logical choice. But, while his head said one thing, his heart said another. He knew they were alive. He had no proof of it, but he knew it.
He'd find them. His foot slammed into the gas pedal and the car shot forward. A turn was made to follow the road to Silent Hill. He knew there was no turning back. This was it. The final stand of Christopher Da Silva. A small smirk twisted upon his features at the thought, though his eyes shone with sadness.
He had been driving for about a half hour. He checked his map for what had to be the hundredth time, but he had yet to see the route he had been searching for. To make matters worse, a dense fog was beginning to set in. He flipped on his headlights, but there were useless against this stuff. He had never seen fog of this sort in his life.
Then, the shit really hit the fan. His car suddenly died. He was in shock for a minute, but after the initial surprise had left, anger took over. Chris began to slam his foot on the pedal over and over again while his hand twisted the key in the ignition. Nothing. Not even a sputter.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed as he stepped out of the car and shut his door violently. He kicked the side, and while it left a dent, it didn't do much to fix the car. "Damnit!"
He ran his fingers through his brown hair. He could feel the trembling in his hands. The situation was getting the better of him. He felt himself losing his grip. The idea of curling up in a fetal position and scream his lungs out seemed like an appealing one, but then something caught his eye. A trail. The trail, to be more accurate.
He pulled the map out of the pocket of his green colored coat to be certain. It was definitely what he had been looking for. He drew in a deep breath to calm his nerves before starting on his way down the mysterious path.