Silent Hill Resurrected: Sub story

Miriam Kensington is a Traitor?

Chapter 4

Miriam ran around Quiet Cocktails to the back of the restaurant. The Ally way between the restaurant and the store next to it was very small. Miriam could barely fit. She could feel her skin scrapping against the ugly weathered bricks of the buildings as she went.

"Damn it, I knew I needed to lose weight. No, I could never be bothered. Great going me!" Miriam said her face taking on a slightly sarcastic look.

When Miriam finally reached the back of Quiet Cocktails she sighed a bit. The feeling of her own breath leaving her body and dissipating in a fog into the cold air of Silent Hill was almost soothing. Still a feeling of fear was ever present, looming over Miriam. Miriam looked for the door in the back of Quiet Cocktails. The back of the place was so, ugly. It was a dark grey slightly cracked. A forest green dumpster sat in one corner near the back door filled to the brim with what must be food from God knows how long ago. The back door itself was covered over with a strange sheet.

Miriam walked up to the sheet examining it. It looked like it had been sitting outside covering this door for a dog's age. It was so weathered and almost more light grey then white. It also looked…bloody. Miriam was sure that there was no way that was so. It was much more likely that the door beneath the cloth was metal and had rusted.

Still Miriam couldn't shake the feeling that it was blood. Like it was some kind of message for her from the town it self. Almost like it was saying "I remember you." Miriam shook her head a bit thinking about it.

"No, that's…That's insane." She whispered into the air.

Miriam turned the door handle slowly. It was cold and dirty. Rusted stainless steel or something like that. Nothing happened.

"Shit, its locked. Figures."

Miriam Sighed loudly at that as she began walking away. "James must be in there. How did he get in?" Still no sooner had she thought it then the door opened. Miriam herd it creak just slightly on its rusted hinges as it did. Miriam turned to see it. Inside the door was just blackness. Like a hole into hell itself. She hesitated to enter. Places that look that dark in Silent Hill usually are that dark. Miriam knew by experience though she couldn't quit recall the incident off hand.

Miriam hesitated, the feeling of almost wanting to cry burning in her throat. She felt like, no she knew, that this wasn't going to be good. The last thing she needed was something else to talk about in therapy. God, they weren't even done dealing with her last issues. Still Miriam knew she had to go in. She…she had to help her friend. He needed her.

Miriam slowly walked in through the door. The moment she entered she could hear the door slam loudly shut.

"No!" Miriam half shouted in surprise.

The darkness of the room surrounded her almost completely almost as if it was its own entity. Like the darkness was more then just a lack of light, like it was some kind of living being attacking her. Miriam could feel her heart pounding then a felling almost like her heart dropped out of her chest onto the floor. Miriam turned ghost white. She turned to her right. There was a small but bright light that flicked on. She watched as a strange shadow ran across in front of it.

"Who's there?" Miriam shouted unsure of herself. She thought she heard a small giggle in return but she wasn't quite sure. Miriam walked toward the light. She could feel the linoleum floor, dusty and with small bits of rock on it, cracking beneath her cheap shoes. The sound of her walk was so loud it was almost disturbing. She stopped before the light reaching out to touch it. It wasn't very hot; it felt like it was being cover by plastic. Small and round it dawned on Miriam what it was a flashlight.

Miriam sighed relieved it was something worse. She grabbed the flashlight it was cold, but probably plastic, shaped like some kind of animal and hanging from some kind of metal chain. The flashlight was very tiny yet very bright. Miriam used it to find the light switch for the room. When she found the light switch she flicked it on as fast as she could. It made a loud plastic-e click as the switch turned to on. The lights slowly buzzed to life filling the room with a clinical cold light.

It was pretty much just a normal kitchen. Cold, dark grey stainless steel counters, islands, fridges and so on, nothing to remarkable. Miriam looked down at the flashlight she was holding. It was on a small silver chain like a pendent. The body of the flashlight was shaped like a small white Dove the light coming out of its mouth. On its back was a small black switch. Miriam put her thumb on it quickly switching it off. Miriam grabbed the chain, which was fairly long, and lifted it over her head so she could wear the necklace.

"Suzanne would have loved this. She always loved doves." Miriam said thinking about her sister sadly. Thought of her sister always made Miriam sad. Of course this was because she had died in a fire in the shed they both were playing in grandpa's yard. "Why couldn't he save us both?" Miriam thought to herself.

The sound of footsteps just outside of the kitchen door startled Miriam away from her thoughts. Miriam quietly navigated around the kitchen to the swinging door that leads into the restaurant. She peered out one of the two doors circular windows careful not to open the door in anyway. Strangely one of the windows of the doors was cracked from the one frame edge all the way to the other edge glass included. Yet the door itself looked like it had never suffered enough traumas for the glass to have cracked at all.

Miriam continued to peer out the door look, hoping to see James. Instead she saw a strange man. He was fairly tall with short brown hair. He seemed to be wearing a blue sweater and jeans. He looked like a pretty strong guy in Miriam's opinion, though Miriam was such a weakling it didn't take much to meet her definition of strong.

"Who is this man?" Miriam thought to herself. "Well I guess I could always just ask him if he's seen James or Mary around. It couldn't hurt to ask. I mean I'm sure he'll talk to me I'm the only other person in town practically. What's the worse that could happen?" Miriam went on like that thinking to herself trying to reassure herself in order to work up the courage to speak to this stranger. When she finally felt she was able to do it Miriam slowly opened the door hoping not to be noticed. It worked the stranger seemed to ignore the slight creaking of the rusty door.

"Hello?" Miriam said in a wavering and cracking voice.