It's my understanding that no two people see the exact same thing or experience the town the exact same way when they enter Silent Hill. Keep this in mind from here on out.

Chapter 5

Hometown

…...

Survive, you must have the will
This movie doesn't end

the way we want all the time

Then he shouts at the moon
"She's Gone!" and fear has overcome.

…...

When Seth and Molly woke up, the vehicle was surrounded by a thick fog that did not allow them to see more than a foot or so outside the car. Seth was the first to fully regain consciousness. He squinted his eyes several times before being able to open them completely. His forehead was bleeding from where he had hit the steering wheel and his neck and back were sore, but he was otherwise uninjured. Through the fog and what appeared at first glance to be snow, Seth saw a sigh in front of them that they had apparently collided with. The sign read "Welcome to Silent Hill."

"Well, fuck," Seth muttered under his breath. Then he heard Molly in the front passenger seat next to him. She groaned as if in pain, or perhaps just not ready to be woken up by her husband's profanity. "Molly!" Seth said almost shouting. He was now fully awake and fully aware of the dangerous situation they were now in.

Molly groaned again and tried to open her eyes. "Becky," Molly's voice was almost a whisper.

"Shit!" Seth exclaimed, "Becky, sweet heart, are you o-" Seth turned to check the back seat. His heart jumped through his ches; his eyes widened. A split second later he screamed.

"BECKY!"

In the back seat of the van was Rebecca's back pack, travel pillow, blanket, and Winslow. But Rebecca herself was gone.

Molly spun around in her seat. She clapped both hands over her mouth, but her scream was still piercing.

In a panick, Seth fumbled with his seatbel, taking several seconds to unbuckle is before he managed to free himself and push the door open. At once he felt the heavy fog and ash in the air trying to push his wiery body to the ground. He did not give in; at the top of his lungs he screamed…

"REBECCA!"

His voice did not echo or travel far. It died no sooner than it had escaped his mouth; his shout was mearly a dead grunt against the gray air. He shouted again to no avail.

By then Molly had escaped from the vehicle and joined Seth. She to tried desperatly to call for their daughter.

"BECKY!" Molly's voice also caried no wight and became a dead sound.

Molly burst in to a fit of histerical tears, gasping and trembling.

"Molly," Seth wrapped his arms around his wife and tried to comfort his her, but his voice shook as well as his entire body. "Molly, we can't panic, okay. We can't find Becky if we panic!"

Molly nodded eratically an gasped in a few deap breaths. After a few minutes she had calmed herself enough to think straight.

"Can you stand?" Seth asked Molly. She gave one sharp nod. Seth reluctantly released Molly and reached into the car under the driver's seat.

The back of the van popped open, startling Molly.

"We'll need what's back there," Seth stated.

"O-okay?"

"Look, James said that sadistic creature Becky dreams about is here." Seth pulled out the gun cases from the trunk. The couple owned several rifles and shotguns for hunting, handguns for recreation and self defense(they both had licences to conceal and cary), as well as a collection of swords and knives Seth used for his martial arts training. They hadn't trusted the movers with their weapons, so they put them all in the trunk and were bringing them to Charleston themselves. This had proved to be a very good idea.

Seth handed Molly the 12-guage shotgun as well as a pack containing thirty shells. "Go get our handguns out of the front," Seth practically ordered. Molly didn't hesitate and retrieved Seth's 9mm handgun from the consol and her own from the glove compartment.

"Here," Molly offered, handing Seth his gun, complete with full ten round magazine.

"Thanks," ge said dryly, and handed Molly an extra clip for ger gun, as well as her throwing knife belt.

"This is overkill, don't you think, honey?" Molly asked Seth.

"NO!" Seth turned to face Molly. "Our little girl is out here in this foggy shit along with whatever the fuck fan us the hell off the road. God knows what other kind of evil things are hiding out there. I'm not taking any chance, and neither are your. And neither of us are about to take chances with Rebecca."

Molly stood scocked and silent while she watched Seth sling his 308 rifle over his shoulder.

"We might want to split up to cover more ground," Molly sugested.

Sheth opened his mouth to protest, but stopped and nodded. "Good idea. We'll meat back at the van in one hour, with or without, Becky, to get our berrings."

Seth and Molly each looked at their cell phones. Both were dead.

"We'll it's a good thing we both wear watches."

Seth nodded. "Agreed."

"See you in an hour."

Seth leaned in and softly kissed Molly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."