Arwyn had been searching for his brother Marmion for quite some time now. He hated that it had come to this, but he knew what he had to do; he knew where to find him now. It had come to him in a dream. It was a bit of a ghost town from what he'd gathered, but that didn't bother him. He would do anything to get his brother back. Even if it meant he had to go to this place, he would do it. This place was called Silent Hill.

A day ago he had left for Silent Hill with high hopes, having packed what little clothes he had since he knew it would be a long trip. The road he was on was completely barren, and he hadn't seen another car for hours. And then, suddenly, he felt his car slowing down. After a few short moments it came to a complete stop. He tried to get it going again, but all it did was wheeze and then die again. His battery was dead, or so it appeared. But Arwyn was determined and would not give up that easily, so he got out of the car, tucked his pistol in the back of his pants, and started walking.

He walked along miles and miles of empty, open road until he finally saw the first signs of the town. All the buildings were run down, windows and doors boarded up to keep something from getting in, or more likely, getting out. Arwyn took comfort in the feeling of the cool metal of his gun against his lower back as he walked silently down the streets. The only sound was of his own footsteps against the pavement. He squinted to see through the dense fog, and his eyes landed on a once barricaded door that had been hacked open. The English man carefully stepped inside of the once abandoned building.

He looked around the small room resembling an office of sorts. He took note of an open door to his right, and seeing as it was the only open door, he went on through, down a short hallway, and into the lobby of what he now realized was a hotel. The room was dark and he had to squint to see very far. At the end of the hall, lying in the center of the lobby immediately in front of him was a body. Or at least what he thought was a body. At first he thought it was a human, but he realized soon that there was no way that could be possible. What he thought resembled organs were bright yellow in color, almost appearing to be glowing in fact. Its face was melted in a disgusting fashion, skin blackened and charred. Even its teeth were abnormal, seeming to just be sharp points jutting from its gums at this point. Its eyes were merely slits, so melded together that the sclera of its eyes were not even visible. There appeared to be something bubbling in its chest, leaking what looked like yellowish puss. Arwyn wrinkled his nose in disgust at the putrid scent of the thing, leaning closer to make out what he thought looked like a ribcage attached to its arms and bent to cover its chest.

As he leaned in closer to the beast, he lightly touched it with his index finger. The English man only did this to assure that it was dead. He certainly didn't want something like this rising again and coming from behind him to attack. He'd seen enough of things like this and he would like to avoid them if at all possible. Suddenly, the creature stirred, causing Arwyn to jump to his feet. An expression of horror on his face, he simply stood there. The way the thing walked left him confused and a little frightened. It walked like a human with a limp, its arm-like appendages crossed over its chest. Once at a shorter distance from Arwyn, the creature opened its arms, the yellowish thing in its chest pulsing, and released a black smoke into the air. Arwyn coughed and covered his face, his green eyes burning with the horrific scent. Just as he regained his breath, he heard the thunderous sound of a gunshot from right behind him. One more sent the beast to the ground, convulsing for merely a moment before lying completely and utterly still.

"Are you okay?" A low voice questioned.

Arwyn turned abruptly, met by the face of a man. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, the lower half of his face covered in a stubbly beard. He wore blue jeans a tan jacket with large pockets, a flashlight clipped to one and a small radio to the other. Two dog tags hung from his neck, gleaming in the small amount of light leaking in through the boards on the window. In his hands was a smooth brown shotgun, the tip still smoking from the shots fired at the creature now lying dead before them.

"Y-yes, I'm okay. Thanks to you."

"Don't worry about it. You gotta be careful with those things, okay?"

Arwyn nodded, "Right."

The man paused, "I've never seen you before…why are you in Silent Hill?"

"I'm looking for my little brother…he's missing and I know he's here…" Arwyn kept his face rather blank, appearing to be in deep thought.

"Your brother, huh? Me too. Something strange is going on in this town, and somehow my little brother is caught up in it. I don't know why he's here…but I'm here to save him. From things like that." He gestured to the dead creature.

"Well…maybe we could look together. Luck would be better with two than with one, right?"

"I guess." He paused, "Come on then, I just powered up the generator outside. The elevator should work now. I don't really trust it, but the stairs are blocked off so looks like I don't have much of a choice."

"Okay." Arwyn followed the other man across the lobby and to the open area at the end. "My name is Arwyn by the way."

"I'm Alex."

With that, Alex flicked a switch and down came the elevator. It didn't look stable, but it would have to do seeing as the stairs were completely inaccessible. The entire bottom half of the staircase had been knocked off completely, and rubble was surrounding all sides of the stairs. So into the uncomfortably cage-like elevator they went. When they entered, all of the buttons were worn down and broken, except for the one to the fifth floor.

Alex turned to Arwyn, "Looks like we're going farther up than I planned…"

He pressed the button, and up they went. As they went up, Arwyn stuck close to Alex, having a bad feeling about this elevator. Not long after being sealed into the small space, there was a rattling from behind them. The duo spun around, only to see another creature latched onto the elevator. This one was different than the dead one, though. It looked like a decapitated human with a cauterized head wound so it looked merely as if the shoulders never had anything attached to them. And between its legs was its head, upside down and with glowing white eyes. There was something wrong with its limbs too. At the wrists, there were dirty metal claws the size of its entire arm. And the legs appeared to be bent the wrong way at the knees, completely backwards. At the ankles there were again the metal claws, but these were larger and jointed at the middle.

With one swipe of its mighty claws, the creature sliced through the elevator like butter. Arwyn shrieked, jumping back with wide eyes. As soon as the creature tried to reach in, Alex fired at its dangling skull, hitting in right between the eyes. He did so until the creature completely fell off the elevator. Arwyn breathed a sigh of relief, but much too soon. The second a breath escaped him, another of the same thing broke through the right side. Again Alex shot it, and again it fell. And then there came a third monster, through the left this time. It shredded the metal links of the elevator, peeling back the entire left side like it was turning the page of a book. Alex shot this one too, this time in the chest. It fell far in the darkness, not making a sound.

By this point, Arwyn was in such a state of fright, his eyes were bulging from his face, his jaw was dropped, and he was panting heavily. And to top it all off, the elevator stopped. They were between floors two and three, able to see the floor of level three just above them, the space barely big enough for them to crawl through. Alex did just that, but Arwyn only stood there, too shocked to even comprehend what was happening. That was, until the elevator started moving.

"Arwyn, give me your hand!" Alex reached out to the other, and once they took their hand he pulled them up. As soon as they were on floor three, the elevator gave out, crashing downward until it hit the ground and was nothing more than a heap of twisted metal.

Directly in front of them, the floor was nothing more than a giant pile of rubble, with beams hanging down from the ceiling and jutting out towards them. Carefully, Arwyn walked over to inspect the damage. Behind said rubble, there was a gaping hole in the floor. There was just no way they could get over that. He turned back to face Alex.

"We can't get over this, where are we supposed to go?"

Alex seemed to have to think about that for a second before going to the painting hanging from the nearest wall. It was one of those fabric-like paintings that stretched from floor to ceiling. He stuck his knife into the highest part he could reach, dragging it down and slicing the painting in half right down the middle, revealing a hidden passageway inside the walls. Alex inspected the inside before gesturing for the other to follow him through.

"Come on, Arwyn. This is the way through."

Hesitantly, Arwyn followed him into the small space, sticking close to him the whole way. The only light was provided by Alex's flashlight, and so the English man kept a hand on the edge of his jacket just in case. The second they entered, the sound of a woman humming a lullaby was apparent. Thankfully the passageway was short, and they were soon at the end, having only to duck under a broken section of the wall to exit. Immediately outside and if front of them was a white door.

The duo made their way over to a room marked 301, the source of the lullaby they now realized. The top half of the door had a hole in it just big enough for a face to fit through. Once they reached the door, the singing stopped. What sounded like the voice of an old woman spoke to them.

"No one comes to visit anymore…" she said in a crackly voice.

"Who are you?" Alex said, cocking his head to the side.

"I wish a could remember," she spoke in the saddest voice Arwyn had heard it a long time.

"Who left you here all alone? Everyone else is gone."

"Don't blame them. You can understand, can't you? It's hard to watch something die." Arwyn had a sick sort of feeling in his chest. He did not like this place, nor this creepy woman. He stayed close to Alex.

Alex paused, "Tell me what you need. I'll see what I can do."

"So difficult to remember. The warm sunlight dancing on the water, the smell of cotton candy in the air, and the sound of wind blowing through the trees. Find them for me, and I'll give you what you need."

Arwyn did not like the sound of this, but he didn't protest. Clearly Alex knew a lot more about this horrible place then he did. With that, the two headed off together. As soon as they were away from the door, she was humming that lullaby again. What was once a comforting song to put a child to sleep was now sending a terribly eerie vibe over a place that was already not somewhere anyone wanted to be.

They tried door after door only to find that each one was locked or empty. That was, at least, until they reached room 309. There were boards nailed to the wall to block the door, but it appeared that was no match for Alex. The man equipped himself with an axe, told Arwyn to stand back, and hacked them right down. After that, they found that the door was very much open. In the center of the room, there was a dresser just in front of a massive pile of rubble. There was a large hole in the ceiling, boards broken and hanging every which way.

"We can get up to the fourth floor through there. Just be careful." Alex said, noticing the gaping hole.

He climbed up onto the dresser, pulling himself up to the next floor and helping Arwyn up right behind him. Immediately in front of them was a hole in the wall, leading to what seemed was the only way out of yet another room full of rubble. They climbed one after the other through the hole and into the next room. They walked until they reached the door that lead out to the hall, and Arywn took note of a small hole in the ground. Just as they reached the doorway, something came out of it. It looked like some sort of insect, but none that Arwyn had ever seen before. It had two sets of small wings, one in front and one in back. There were also four legs, two long ones in front and two smaller ones in the back. The legs were an ugly grayish color and the wings a dull brown. The main body was round and grayish brown in color. The front of the creature, which he thought was its face was a pulsing, pinkish muscle. The mouth was circular, lined around its edge. It looked rather like the front of a hookworm. There were little bits of bloody pink muscle clinging to its body. It was the size of a man's skull. It crawled towards them, bringing several others with it. Alex and Arwyn both brought their feet down on the things, slamming down hard enough to crush their brittle bodies. As they did, an awful smelling green liquid burst from the beasts, splattering all over the floor and their legs of course.

Arwyn was glad these creatures were smaller and not nearly as fearsome and the others they'd already seen. Although it did leave him to wonder what other hideous things might be lurking in this town of Silent Hill. He glanced at Alex before following him out the door. Luckily, this hallway seemed to be empty for the most part. The two walked down the center and had almost reached the end, when suddenly they heard a noise.

"What was that?" Arwyn asked, immediately stiffening.

Then, suddenly something emerged from one of the rooms. It looked like it had once been a woman. It had a perfectly normal woman's body except, of course, for the face. It looked melted and misshapen, looking more like it was wearing a brown paper bag tightly to hide a horribly disfigured face. It wore the uniform of a nurse, a short skintight dress above the knees and a small hat as well. The creature had no hair, nor did it have any recognizable facial features. Its clothes were dirty and blood-stained, with streams of dry blood down its legs. But worst of all, in its hands was a blade. The creatures hand gripped the brown handle, holding up the blade which was the length of its forearm, serrated, and deathly sharp. It came at them with a shocking speed, especially considering how choppy the movement was.

The creature quickly reached Alex, swinging wildly and quickly at him with the knife. Alex held up his arms and tried to fight the creature back, swinging back at it but barely able to get in a hit. Arwyn's eyes bulged when he saw the blade dig in to the other man's arm, blood spraying from the wound and onto the silvery blade as it was sliced and then immediately pulled back from. Alex merely grunted at the pain, but the English man was immediately nervous. He reached for his pistol in his back pocket, steadying his shaking arm and aiming at the nurse. He pulled the trigger, hitting it in the neck and getting its attention away from Alex. The creature turned to Arwyn, its head cocked. Again, and this time without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, shooting the thing again and again in the chest. He didn't stop until the nurse stopped moving, falling over dead without so much as a twitch.

He snapped out of his fright surprisingly quickly, more worried about Alex's wound than anything else at the moment. That man was clearly the only way he would ever get out of here and he definitely didn't want him injured. He hurried over to the other's side, putting the gun back in his pocket and safely under his shirt as well.

"Alex, you're hurt!"

"N-no, I'm fine. It's nothing, really."

"No it's not nothing. Let me see it, I can fix it okay? I don't want you to be hurt…" His concerned face was quite cute, and Alex simply couldn't resist.

Alex paused, "Okay, okay. Fine."

"Alright, take off your jacket and let me see…"

Alex did as the other asked, setting his jacket at an angle so the flashlight provided Arwyn with some sort of light. Arwyn inspected the wound, using his saliva to clean it out as that was all they had at their disposal. He tore a strip of fabric off of his conveniently long shirt, carefully wrapping up the wound and then instructing the other to put his jacket back on. "There, all better." Arwyn managed a small smile.

Alex smiled back at him, pulling his jacket back on and readjusting the gadgets that hung from it, and standing up straight again. "We better keep going."

Arwyn nodded, following the other into the room that the nurse had come from. It seemed to be just another room containing nothing more than a bed and dresser, nothing special. But at a second glance, he noticed something behind the dresser. He thought it could be a hole in the wall. "Alex, there's something behind there. Can you help me move it?"

Alex nodded, "Yeah." He went with Arwyn to push the dresser to the side, and indeed there was something behind it. It was yet another hole in the wall that led into the next room. They climbed through, carefully once again, and into the other room. Looking around, there was nothing special in that room. They went towards the door when Alex took note of the open bathroom. He went in, and of course Arwyn followed, not wanting to be alone for a second in that place. The room smelled like death, absolutely putrid and revolting.

"Look, Arwyn there's something in the sink." The English man joined Alex, peering into the porcelain bowl. The first thing he noticed was how much blood was crusted onto the sink. Then he noticed the postcard.

"Do you think this is what the woman was talking about?" Arwyn asked him, looking over.

"It just might be. Better take it just in case." Alex picked it up, putting it carefully into his pants pocket.

Seeing as there was nothing else of interest in that room, the two exited, going out into the hallway. There was yet again a large pile of rubble in the center of the hallway, the wires that hung still snapping with electricity. Carefully, they headed towards the rubble to see if there was anything on the other side. Just as they reached it, they heard the sound of heavy footsteps.