Three: Entrance.

Driving through the Mountains of Toluca County at any time of day could be a beautiful experience, but especially so on a cool, clear night. The Moonlight played off the trees and scattered mountain streams, glimmering.

A low mist covered the hill-strewn valleys and steep mountainsides around the roadway, the asphalt being little more than a thin strip of black snaking through endless wilderness.

On this band of black, a grey SUV made steady progress southward, toward the Brahams/Silent Hill cutoff. Only one road still lead to Silent Hill, as the Government had the rest bombed with demolition charges to prevent the public from entering the dead town.

The remaining road had long ago been blocked by a tall, razor-wire topped fence shortly before a small wooden bridge. Teenagers, Drug-Addicts and those with something to hide always got inside, though. The fence wouldn't stop someone who was determined.

Myron Willowes was certainly determined. He took the Brahams/Silent Hill cutoff sharply, his headlights burning a path through the darkened mountain roadway. He had, up until a few minutes prior, been listening to a weather report. However, as he had neared the cutoff, he had begun to pick up an irritating amount of static.

He thought he had turned the radio off, but as he neared Silent Hill, the static began again. Myron stared at his Satellite Radio and tapped the various buttons, trying to turn it off, or at least turn it down. After a few moments of the growing whine, he finally grabbed hold of the Radio itself and yanked it out of it's frame, tossing it in the back seat. Whether or not it had been on before, it certainly wouldn't make any noise without power.

Soon enough, Myron found the links of the chain fencing illuminated in his headlights. His SUV came to a halt just short of the barrier, Myron adjusting his glasses to better examine the fence. Thin, locked with a thick chain and a heavy padlock.

Myron considered his options momentarily. He could squeeze between the fence and the lock, if he left his supplies. He could turn around and go home. Or he could try something different.

He slid the vehicle into reverse and backed away from the fence, shifting in his seat and staring through the barrier. He could make out the bridge to Silent Hill beyond, wet with a recent rain. It spanned a small stream, and lead to a curved road ahead.

Without a second thought, Myron popped the car back into drive and hammered his foot down onto the accelerator. The SUV roared forward, lurching momentarily as it barreled the short distance down the road to the fence.

With a loud shriek of metal on metal the SUV punched through the fence, the lock and chains failing to stop the fury of a multi-ton speeding vehicle just as it had failed to stop the curious and guilty from entering the town.

Myron pondered momentarily whether or not he would be arrested for this, but pushed that thought aside as he slowed the SUV and continued onward, following the snaking road onward for what seemed like twenty minutes. The cliff face to his left had begun to grow steeper, rockier. Previously it had harbored plants, low shrubbery and trees, but now it seemed to have become little more than rock and dirt.

A short time later, he came to a final bridge across a Canyon. Ahead, he could make out the first sign: Welcome To Silent Hill. On his left, an old junkyard of some sort seemed to have been left in mid-operation. Wrecked cars lined the cliff face there, behind a rusted chain length fence.

He could see nothing beyond the sign, as the entire region seemed to be shrouded rather heavily in a thick, white fog. He had heard that Silent Hill was usually at least hazy, or misty, but this was surprising. Almost..Ominous.

He reduced speed to a coast, his SUV entering the fog like a submarine sinking into ocean waves. Shortly thereafter, it's engine seemed to sputter, choke and then stall. Myron sat in the silence of his darkened SUV and thought for a long moment how long the walk back to Brahams was from here.

"Well," Said Myron, "At least I don't plan on leaving just yet."