I shoved strands of brown hair from my green eyes vigorously. It felt like I had been walking down this goddamn road forever. The white stripes which separated the road into two equal sides were no longer, or if they did exist they were so faint that I could not see them through the fog. The feeling that joined me in the graveyard still lingered inside of me and no matter what I tried to shade it off, it only seemed to make things worse.

My watch bleeped 11am. I'd been travelling for an hour, now, and still I had not met any other living person. This road, too, seemed to drag on. The fog, or mist, or what ever it was, was now bad enough to obscure my vision. Yes, I could still see in front of me, but I couldn't do it with as much ease as I would have liked, due to the fact I was travelling down an unknown road with no signs of life. For some reason, however, it didn't bother me. I knew I had to go on – I knew that I would find the answers.

"Sanders street – next left." The blue sign, clinging to the right hand side of the road, said. "Sanders street…" I mumbled, reaching into my pocket. As familiar as it sounded, I decided that I would double check. It wasn't in my distinct nature to be so… Careful or sure, but I was alone and… Screw it, I thought, turning the corner, though a soft smile overcame my lips when a sign pinned on a wooden fence read, "Wiltse Road." I was a guy who smiled often, I'll admit, but this was my first smile since yesterday. What was to smile about being here?

While walking down Wiltse Road, my gaze often turned to my right. There was a river flowing down and I often wondered where it led to. Maybe, like me, it didn't know where its journey would take it. But the water was pure, or what I could make out from it, a contrast to me. I sighed, stopping dead in my tracks before turning fully to face the river. It was so close yet I couldn't even feel any breeze coming off its cold surface. I placed my hands onto the metal fence which separated me from the bank and furthermore the river, but I didn't even get a cooling satisfaction from that. I turned on the road again, ever hopeful that a car may pass to give me hope, but still the feeling of paranoia and disbelief hung in the stuffy, mist filled air.

As much as I wished to continue with my new found friend, yet rival of jealousy, we had to split up. There were two paths in front of me, yet my natural feelings had never let me down before, so I decided I'd take the road left, whereas the river continued straight. I pulled up the backpack which was starting to fall to my elbows, mindlessly walking down the silent road. The voices seemed to stop calling me, growling seemed to no longer come from inches behind me and no longer could I hear the high pitched screams which only brought back horrifying memories I couldn't rid myself of. Things seemed to be looking up, and quite frankly I was glad. Maybe soon enough I would find someone to answer the many questions which raced through my mind since I got here. To me, the two words Silent Hill didn't answer everything.

I came to the conclusion that I hated split roads. My hand reached into my cords pockets, my eyes darting across the road. That's when my heart picked up motion. My eyes blinked. My hands trembled with fear, excitement, unknowing. My hand retraced its way out of my pocket, my legs automatically taking me right, not straight. And that's when I fell. Due to what? Disbelief, perhaps, but I fell to the mercy of skid marks. Human civilisation and the first I'd seen since I entered this god-forsaken… dream? My right hands traced nimbly, steadily but with haste across the black mark. To me, I wasn't over reacting. What would you do in my situation? Shrug at it? For the first time, I felt my eyes weren't playing tricks. My heart was only returning to normal pace before it sped up again for what my eyes picked up just a little up from the marks. I could feel my palms sweating and although my mind told me to go back, I stumbled to my feet. What the fuck…

"E-Excuse me." I called out to the figure walking away. Although it was only a silhouette due to the fog, it appeared to be a… I don't know, to be honest. Tall, I'm guessing 6 foot, if not close enough, while dragging a… human corpse, or what looked like a human corpse, in one hand and a sword in the other. The sword, however, was much bigger than the general sword. What the fuck was going on here? Why the fuck did I call out? Was I stupid? I never did think of consequences, but I could have been easily killed! I bit my lower lip, agreeing not to say anymore unless I was spoken to. Yes… That sounds like a better idea. My eyes returned to where the silhouette was limping away, the thing that first made my heart stop causing it to stop once more. This… thing, the thing staggering away didn't have a head. The thing that was walking away from a murder had a pyramid.

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I'm sorry this is short; I know it is, but I felt I should end this chapter here. And you all guessed who Dustil seen, yah? ;D

I'm also sorry it's not very… gripping like silent hill should be, but this is my first stab at horror/suspense so… bare with me.