Run. That was what instinct dictated to man when he faced a threat he could not possibly defeat. So, the man ran away from the greater power, something terrifying and the epitome of evil.

James Sunderland stopped for breath. He had to go back there. Back towards... that thing. Standing up straight, the man gripped his handgun tightly. His life depended on it. The blonde turned around, and cautiously began to walk back towards the Red Demon. He had a large triangular helmet, and was cast in a red light. Damn him, and damn this hospital. James knew that he would never be able to damn this whole town - it was Mary's favorite place. He had promised to take her here again...

Forcing himself to concentrate, James took a deep breath. This hospital freaked him out. While he wasn't quite prepared, a nurse came staggering around a corner.

"Shit!" James hissed, pointing the gun and unloading his magazine on the monster. When it finally fell dead, he stomped on it for a good measure. Great, now his pistol was empty. Looking down, the nurse had been carrying a steel pipe... he supposed that he would use that until he found some more ammo. Grabbing it, the man didn't realize that he had such a tight grip, that his muscles ached, and that he hadn't eaten in God knew how long. James continued to walk, keeping an eye out for monsters along with anything helpful. He was still headed towards the Red Demon, even though his instinct told him to stay away.

One last corner to turn. "Come on, James..." he mumbled under his breath to himself. The man then heard a loud crashing noise - followed by a whimper. The clatter of a pair of feet followed, and before James knew it, he was on the ground. Looking up, someone then yanked him to his feet, adrenaline causing them to drag him along.

"Run!" they said. James didn't need any more encouragement. He joined the stranger and sprinted down the hall. They then went into the staircase, just to be blocked off by a dark figure. The person gasped and turned the other way - only what James could assume was some sort of monster. He also turned around, sprinting back up the stairs, his mind calculating. They were just blocked off from the second floor - and the third floor had the Red Demon. That meant the roof.

Back in the third floor hallway of the hospital, the two men saw Pyramid Head standing, waiting. James grabbed the strange man's shoulder, pulling him towards another door - the roof. They ran up the final flight of stairs, and grabbed a quick breath, chests heaving.

There was some sort of diary or notebook. James grabbed it and tucked it into his jacket later for safekeeping. For now, they needed to find a way to survive.

"D... Dante," the raven-haired man then said. James glanced up, blinking through the light shed from their flashlights.

"What?"

"My name is Dante."

"... James Sunderland," the older man replied. This guy - Dante - looked to be in his early twenties, with skin slightly darker than James' own. Yet, he looked just as stressed.

Thoughts and studying each other were interrupted as the roof access door swung open. Both men looked over, eyes wide. It was that Red Demon and the Dark Demon! The Red Demon slowly approached, and the Dark Demon went to the side to circle around. James clutched his pipe, and Dante clutched his axe. The Sunderland said a bitter goodbye to his wife in his head, knowing that an axe and a pipe would not take down these monsters.

Hearing a snap behind him, James turned, but fell to one knee as something pierced his left calf. Crying out in pain and surprise, he looked down to see a dagger that pulled itself out of his leg, going back to its owner - the Dark Demon. The blonde looked up as he grabbed at the wound, feeling warm blood. The Red Demon continued its advance.

Dante didn't know what to do. There was now two of the most powerful monsters in probably all of Silent Hill, and they had them trapped on a roof. This new man, James, was already wounded from the same monster that had been following and studying Dante. How would they die? Was this larger monster with the enormous blade stalking James? Either way, Dante had run out of time to say any goodbyes. He tried his best to attack the large monster with the knife - and would've succeeded against almost anything else. But, the monster shrugged it off and just grabbed the small human in comparison, and casually threw him off the roof. He then approached the injured Sunderland, and paused. James felt some sort of look - one of almost disappointment as he too was lifted off of his feet and thrown off the roof. Every thought he had ever created ran through his mind as wind rushed past him. He wondered how much it would hurt when he hit the ground, or if he would die instantly. Did Dante survive? Why did the Red Demon do this? Above all... what of his beloved wife?

All of those questions crossed James' mind as he fell through the air, his back to the ground as he hit. Then, it all went black.

"U-ugghh..." was the only noise shattering the eerie silence. James sat up, back hurting more than enough to actually grab his attention. He had survived after all. Looking slowly around, he noted that his flashlight thankfully still worked, and located his steel pipe. Then, the light shone upon a human-shaped figure, making the blonde jump then winced. It was just Dante, thank God.

"James! Are you all right? How do you feel?" Dante asked, seeing the only other person he had met in Silent Hill finally wake. They both were sore, bruised, and dejected along with the possibility of something being at least fractured. Dante held out a nutrition drink to James, the only thing he could offer at the moment. He was a premed student, but with absolutely no supplies - not even a first-aid kit - he was unable to help much further. "Let me tape up your leg, at least, and we'll find something to help you walk."

The blonde man blinked, then ran a hand across his grimy face. He had been here longer than Dante, it seemed, if not just as long.

"Th... thank you, Dante," James said hoarsely, surprised at the sound of his own cracking voice shattering the silence. He took the nutrition drink and popped it open, sipping at it at first, finding his empty stomach one of many problems. Soon, it was finished. Shuddering from the bad aftertaste and the pain in his leg, he watched as Dante ripped up his shirt and helped bandage his leg.

"That should help. Here, stand up. How much weight can you support on it?" Dante then asked, helping James to his feet. James gingerly began to lean a bit on his left leg, then winced.

"Hurts like hell, but I should be able to survive. I might need something to help, though... where are we?" James replied, then began to look around. This hospital was freaky. There was a row of metal doors, with the occasional blood stains and the like - nothing new. "It looks like the psycho ward."

Dante nodded his agreement. "I think it is. I investigated some of the rooms - they were padded," he replied. About to help James walk, he paused as the blonde simply used his pipe as a cane. They both needed to search for clues. Agreeing to help each other out, they stuck together, only splitting up to go into different rooms, and actually made it back to the rest of the hospital with enough time, and out of it with more.

"Thank God. We're out of there," Dante commented when they were on the front steps of the hospital. "And, we found some medical kits, so I can properly take care of your leg," he added. James blinked at him.

"All right... that sounds good. But, I have a question."

Dante stared at him, "Yes?"