Silent Hill 2: The First Hour

Hello, my name is James Sunderland. I recently received a letter in the mail (snail mail) that was handwritten by my wife. She asked me to meet her in the town of Silent Hill in our "special place", whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. So I decided to go to Silent Hill.

Now let me stop right here and explain, to the best of my abilities, the multiple things already wrong with this picture. You may wonder why my wife is sending me a letter to invite me somewhere, rather than just discussing this over dinner, or while watching some Netflix, or something. Well, that's because she's dead. Yep. Died a couple years back. Got sick, died, I had a real big sad after that. But then I got a letter from her, in her own handwriting. I know that, in the normal course of events, dead folks can't handwrite letters, let alone get the required postage, but I figured "What the fuck" might as well go to where she said to meet her on the off chance that she un-died and is keeping up on old relationships and marriages via the U.S. postal service. So I hopped into my blue car and drove to a rest stop on the outskirts of Silent Hill.

Once I arrived I got out of the car because I had the powerful need to make a pee. I didn't even close the car door because why the fuck not? And that is how I came to be standing in a filthy, graffitied rest stop bathroom staring into a mirror, talking to myself about my dead wife and the letter she might have maybe sent recently and totally wasn't an old letter, from before she died, lost in the mail.

I left the bathroom and decided, despite there being a perfectly good road and the fact that I wasn't even remotely close to my destination, to walk the rest of the way through a winding forrest path. As I walked I heard ominous rustling in the forrest around me, but I was confident that since I'd not happened upon a discarded weapon along the path that nothing dangerous would jump out and confront me.

Just as I was starting to question the wisdom of walking this way I found an old abandoned well with a red piece of paper at the bottom. I took a look at the paper and felt the strong sense that I had accomplished something of note by walking down this path and finding a red slip of paper. I silently congratulated myself and walked through a gate leading to the yard of an old church.

I knew the church was old because churches are always old in settings like this. That and it had a graveyard in it, like no real churches ever have ever. There was a woman just hanging out in the graveyard. That could be construed as the behavior of a crazy person, but I was feeling chatty, so I struck up a conversation. I asked for directions to Silent Hill, but I was just fucking around cuz I had grabbed a map that I had laid across my car's driver's seat. The door to my car was still open, by the way. Hope no one takes anything! Anyway, she told me how to get to Silent Hill, then told me I shouldn't go to Silent Hill. I guess it's, like, dangerous or something. I told that crazy bitch to fuck off! James goes where James likes! And I did!

I walked through some more dirt roads, heard some creepy noises that I promptly ignored, finally arriving at the town proper. Even though I had a pretty clear objective of getting to Rosewater Park, I decided to do some urban exploration down some alleys. While walking down one alley I heard some radio static. I located the source, a portable AM/FM radio that was probably pretty popular among kids circa 1960. Finders keepers! I had to crawl through some construction scaffolding to get it, but I really wanted that free radio that didn't seem to do anything but emit static noises periodically. As soon as I wiggled through the scaffold and grabbed the prize some fucking monster comes out of the shadows! I shit you not! It was humanoid, but missing arms and a head. It's had a large...orifice on its chest and moved all weird like monsters in a Japanese horror film. That thing was all kinds of messed up so I grabbed a stick and got ready to beat it to death. Before I could bring my stick thunder down upon old no-arms the thing puked on me! It. Was. ON. I beat that mother shitter to a puddle of goo. The radio finally stopped all the static shit too. I saw all I cared to see of these back alleys, so decided I should get back to trying to get to Rosewater Park.

The streets of Silent Hill are fucked. I'm walkin' all over the place and they've got collapsed streets, some streets are covered up entirely by plastic sheeting, locked gates for no apparent reason. Oh yeah! And there are monsters everywhere now! But it wasn't such a big deal though. I'd already seen a monster and clobbered it into soup, so it was kinda like "Been there, done that". I found this abandoned trailer just sitting out in the middle of the road. No one was around, so I figured I'd take a look and see if there were any "gifts" in there for me. There wasn't shit in that crappy trailer but a note. The note said to come out to the bar, and since I didn't really have anything else going on I figured what the hell.

The bar was right across from a Happy Burger. I might hit that place up a little later if I maybe find some cash laying around in the street, who knows? The bar sucked. It was all dark and there was no one there! All I found was this map some kid had scribbled all over. I was disappointed that the bar was a wash, so I figured I'd go check out where the scribbles were on the map, just for the hell of it. I run down this alley full of garages and see some dead woman just laying there. Blood was everywhere! Well, I assume she was dead anyway. Didn't actually check. But she was holding a key to some apartment building gate. I decided right then it would be totally awesome to check out that apartment. There had to be so much shit I could swipe!