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A Wounded Soldier


By: Alex C.






How many can tell the length of their mind's wandering? A mind that may look innocent but in reality it turns cold and shrivels up into nothing. That is what they say... No one can be exactly sure they are sane or in the right mind. Those of Shepherd's Glen thought that same thing... They're just fooling their selves into the cruel reality of the darkness. Damning their own lives to a cruel fate. Where does this tale of horror and woe take place? It takes place within that town but farther in... To get to the problem you have to examine and go back to the place it all started. Silent Hill.


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The winds howl along outside of the dank little shopping center within the town of Shepherd's Glen. The fog continues to grow thicker and it is hard to see within the fog. Alex had made a small bedding along in the run down shop while he waits out a little. Rest is what he needs but when you stop your mind goes on. Alex could not think of anything but his brother. After all he and Josh went through... After all he has tried to do to be a good brother and yet... A simple ring could drive a man to 'kill' his own family member. Alex stirs in his restless sleep as the wind blows and taunts his sleep with whispers of his name. It threatens him with the hints of judgment. Such a cruel thing to do right now... Alex knows his judgment will come soon but...no. Not right now. Within his soldier's jacket he shivers and shakes with sweat forming along his brows. Alex jerks and turns in his state of being as he tries not to yell. Last thing he needs is for the creatures to come find him.

"Nn... Josh...I'm sorry..." He murmurs within his sleep as he does in the mind as well. So deep rooted is his sleep that he doesn't know what is going on out of his sleep. "Josh... For-- For..give..." Alex whimpers sadly as he does so. The hatred was so intense within that even after his father asked forgiveness. Alex remembers it well... The sound of the Knife dragging on the ground. The metalic melody of torture coming to you so slowly in that walk. He saw it then... That which would be his own when it finds him. The pyramid shaded helm and that bloodied white body coming right there and then -- ! "Aaaah!" Alex wakes suddenly before he could revisit that awful sight of his father's death.

He rubs at his face with sweat palms and groans. The nightmares just keep coming back and that must be some sort of painful torture already! Why couldn't they just let him dwell on his pain? Alex shakes his head and runs fingers through his short brown hair. How can anyone stand it here anymore? After all was said and done and people escaped but he -- Alex stayed behind. How could he leave this which was his place to be and the judgment he would receive? Brown eyes look to the side at the windows near where he sat. No one knows what time it is exactly here... The damned clocks all stopped and here Alex wonders if it is not or day. How can you tell!? Quietly Alex crawls to the side away from the windows and dares a peek out to see what exactly swirls within the fog. The creatures here were horrible! It seemed to get real quiet at times before something would stir. Alex grabs up the pistol and checks how much ammo he has now. Not like he could stop the dreaded judgment of his fate but for the others -- yea.

He takes a stand slowly with a stretch and walks over to grab a bag of chips and opens it up. "Maybe something on my stomach will settle my rattled nerves. This is insane..." Alex grabs a few and munches on them as quiet as he could. Eating chips weren't the best food to eat quietly. "I know I can't wait out here forever... He'll find me then. I have to scatter."