Silent Gulch Chapter 10
"This is why Donut keeps writing those stories, and why Tucker keeps asking if we've set a date," Grif complained.
"What are you talking about?" Simmons asked, not really caring or wanting to fight at the moment.
"I'm talking about this." Grif lifted up his hand that Simmons was holding. "This is why Donut writes slash stories about us."
"Oh, would you grow up? The fog is really thick and if I find something scary I want someone behind me," Simmons shot back.
"Comments like that aren't helping," Grif replied, frowning. "I'm really starting to question your heterosexuality. Does being Red turn people gay or something?"
"Screw you," Simmons snapped, not wanting to have the same argument for the fifth time.
"I know it's hard to resist but now is not the time," Grif joked, unwilling to take the situation seriously.
"Now who's acting like Donut? You do realize that you just said that you didn't say no, just that you weren't willing right now?" Simmons countered. "I just don't think it's smart to be wandering around a foggy park filled with monsters without someone else. If you have a better idea of how to keep from losing each other, then let's hear it."
"How about you just put your hand on my shoulder," Grif answered.
"I'm not going to let you lead me. I need to find Sarge, not snack cakes," Simmons countered. "If I tried to get you to keep your hand on my shoulder I'd have to tape it there if I wanted it to stay. It's better if we stay together. I need someone to watch my back and you won't want to be alone if another one of those bat things appears."
Grif stayed quiet for a moment. "I think I can deal with more of Donut's stories if it means I'm safe from bats."
"Well, I'm glad you're finally coming to terms with who you are inside," Simmons joked. The maroon soldier then suddenly stopped. "Hey, do you see that?"
Grif looked ahead and spotted the outline of a building. "I see a building if that is what you mean."
"Of course that's what I mean. Come on, let's check it out." Simmons led him to the building. When they reached the rundown structure Simmons read the sign. 'The Silent Hill Historical Society'. I guess this place is called Silent Hill."
"I never could have guessed that," Grif commented sarcastically, releasing Simmons hand.
"You know you would die without me," Simmons replied, knowing that it was the truth. After all, he was the one with a weapon and Grif was unarmed.
"Let's just see if there is anyone here," Grif said, rolling his eyes.
"Fine, I guess inside is better than outside." Simmons felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. For some reason he doubted those words even though he had spoken them.
~Sarge/Donut~
"Great, we're going to be eaten alive by bugs," Sarge said, having given up on finding a way out.
Donut was staring at the door, confused. "Sarge I think they went away."
"Don't be ridiculous, Donut. They are right outside trying to force their way in," Sarge replied.
"That's because they are hidden and you just can't hear them over those damn sirens," Sarge explained.
"Why are there sirens anyway? I mean there's fog but not much else." Donut asked.
"Who knows, maybe they're just testing the system to make sure it works," Sarge proposed.
"I guess that might be the case. Oh, maybe they are signaling the start of a rave. My old town used to signal its raves with an air raid siren." Donut was suddenly excited. "We need some glow-sticks and some techno music."
"This is no time for a love fest," Sarge snapped at the young man.
"Raves are only love fests if you take drugs," Donut replied. "They are just big parties where you dance for everyone else. What you're thinking of is an orgy. Those only happen on Saturdays and it's the middle of the week."
"Right now I don't think I'd want to be part of either of those," Sarge said flatly. He stood up quickly as Donut removed the baton from the doors. "What do you think you're doing?" he shouted.
"Letting the other partiers in, you always hold them in big places like gyms." Donut looked out into the hallway. "Hey, the bugs really are gone," he said happily. "Maybe they went to the rave. They might be holding it in a warehouse."
"Ha, I knew that my plan would work," the Red leader declared proudly.
"What plan are you talking about, sir?" Donut was confused. He didn't remember being told about a plan.
"My plan to make the bugs go away," Sarge replied. Before Donut could say anything against him the Sergeant quickly moved out of the gym.
~Elsewhere~
Lopez was determined to make the best of the situation he was in. Sure, his body was rusty now, and made an awful noise when he moved, but anything was better than working for the Reds. At least with this deal he was for the most part free to do what he wanted. Beside those times where he was putting together some of the odd monsters that seemed to make up the army, he could wander and mess with anything he wanted. Though there were things that he wouldn't mess with. The two spear-wielding pyramid heads that were watching him were a good example.
The robotic former Red looked below him though the rusted grate. A new monster below it screamed as life flowed into it. The entire building was filled with the moans and shouts of the twisted beings that lived in it. This place was far from paradise; in fact, Lopez was still amazed that the building could stand. He had doubted the stability of the building when he first arrived. He had learned that everything here just looked old and decrepit. It all added to the creepy felling that the god, or demon, or whatever it was that ruled the place was going for. Lopez had been more than willing to make the deal with the monsters. It was hard to do, though, when no one spoke Spanish, only a dead language, and none of them knew sign language.
Lopez looked around as the screams and moans suddenly came to a stop. The only noise in the air was the dull squeaking of rusty metal and air raid sirens. Lopes turned his attention to the pyramid heads that seemed to be giddy as school girls. They made a low rumbling sound and grabbed their spears from where they rested against the wall. They began to move out of the room as though they would leave Lopez, but one of them stopped. It turned and motioned to the robot to follow before it continued on. Lopez followed, having seen what they did as punishment and he really didn't want to be raped by a monster with a pyramid on its head.
This was one of those times Lopez was glad not to be human. Hordes of disgusting creatures pushed past him as though this moment was the reason they existed. In all likelihood this was the reason they were made. Lopez walked out of the run-down building to find that it was surrounded by a town. When he had first arrived, the building was on a plot of concrete and was surrounded by water, or what he had guessed was water. The monsters all shifted eagerly, crowded within the building's perimeter.
Lopez watched as a third pyramid head carrying a large blade thudded its way out of the building. Creatures moved out of its way as it moved between the two other pyramid heads. It then raised its blade, pointing it forward. The great being there roared and the other pyramid heads raised their spears, roaring with it. As the sound echoed out through the town, the monsters began to move forward. Like water they flooded out into the city to do hell-knows-what.
Lopez just watched in amazement at the sight. The larger pyramid head motioned to the other two and then turned walking off in the opposite direction of the other pyramid heads.
Lopez stood alone, confused. "¿Qué carajo?" he said, unsure of what to do.