Alleys could be great escape routes or a death trap. One way or the other, he’d soon find out.

With a quick glance around, he spotted a narrow alley between two crumbling buildings and sprinted toward it without hesitation. His boots echoed on the pavement, the sound bouncing off the walls like a taunt. He hoped he hadn’t just doomed himself.-

The stranger's eyes, cold as ice, scanned the area before locking onto Leon. His gait was slow and sure, as if he knew he would catch his prey no matter how fast they tried to run. Leon knew he had to act fast. -

A sudden rustling of leaves caught his attention, and he spun around, raising the gun instinctively. An imposing figure emerged from the shadows; the dim streetlight revealed a man in a fedora. Leon's gut told him that this man was trouble.-

He took a deep breath; the chilly night air carried the faint scent of decay.

"Damn, this place is a mess," he murmured to himself, adjusting his grip on the Beretta 92FS he had found earlier. The gun was his lifeline in this hellhole. -

Leon glanced at the old clock above the abandoned gas station. It was stuck at 10:48 PM, a silent reminder of the chaos that had frozen the town in time. The once busy streets of Raccoon City were now eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional distant groan that sent a shiver down his spine.-

“Fight mutants and zombies. I don’t get paid enough for this. Come James. Let’s see what trouble we can find.”

The longer they stand there the more unsettled he feels. Something isn’t right about this town or the fog.

“Come on. Let’s go. I have a bad feeling.”

Looking over the map, he points out some areas where they can stop and ask for help.

“Let’s see. Apartments, restaurants, medical clinic, fire station, church. Maybe one of the food places? Waitresses and locals always know what’s going on. Let’s head on over and see if we can get some answers.” -

Leon looks the map over though he’s not entirely sure where to start. He’s tired and hungry and just wants to rest for a while but he gets the feeling sleep and food are going to have to wait a while. -

“If you’re hungry enough, you eat anything. Even shady pizza.”

Is he hungry? Should he ask?

He’s short of breath after what they just endured. He’s not even sure if the blood on him is his or not. Looking at his partner, Leon gives a short nod.

“We don’t have much time. We need to hurry or it leaves us behind. Are you good to move?”

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“Are we going left or right?”

“Silent Hill. Seems strange here. Maybe we should try and find the Main Street? There’s gotta be a hotel and food there. And answers to a lot of questions I now have.”

As an afterthought, he recalls his seldom used manners.

“I’m Leon. Leon Kennedy. You?”

“Hey there. No, I’m not. I somehow ended up here after a wrong turn, bad directions and crappy GPS.”

He looks around, getting more unnerved as the fog continues to thicken around them. -

He’s looking around wondering if there was anyone around when he heard a voice call out to him.

"Excuse me? Are you from this town?"

Leon raised an eyebrow at the question. The first person he finds in a long while and they’re probably as lost as he was. -

Leon squinted through the fog, trying to make out any sign of civilization. The only thing he could see was a single, dimly lit restroom? A rest stop? He wasn’t sure. He pulled in, the car's tires screeching against the damp pavement. -

The name sent a chill and a feeling of dread down his spine. He dismissed the feeling, convinced it was just his tired mind playing tricks on him as well as some form of PTSD. A vacation was what he needed, a chance to forget the horrors of Raccoon City and the Umbrella Corporation. -

Exhaustion tugged at his eyelids, and the last thing he needed was to get lost.

The road grew narrower, the once-dense foliage on either side of him thinning out to reveal a thick, unsettling fog.

A town sign emerged from the mist, its letters barely legible:

"Welcome to Silent Hill." -

The GPS on the dashboard had gone haywire, its screen flickering with static before finally going dark. The same for his radio and his phone. Nothing worked so he’d been driving blindly in the hopes of finding sanctuary soon. He'd been driving for hours, searching for a place to lay his head. -

Leon Kennedy tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the never-ending stretch of road ahead. The quiet hum of the car engine and the occasional swish of the windshield wipers against the light rain were the only sounds that pierced the silence. -

“I was just a rookie cop late as hell on his first day. That's why I'm still alive. There were zombies everywhere. I remember... people screaming. Moaning. They'd get bit, and then they'd turn. It was terrifying. There's no way to describe it except...”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥... 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴.

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