James kicked yet another rock, boots shuffling along the side of the road. Light blue four-doored vehicle was abandoned about half a mile back. He had been too focused on getting to Silent Hill, that he hadn’t topped off his gas tank on his way there, causing him to become stranded on the way back.Â
Hopefully no one would find it, or the shotgun resting in the trunk of the vehicle.Â
He pushed his hair out of his face, glancing down at his hands, trying his best to pick the dried blood out from under his nails, and away from his nail beds, trying to look somewhat normal. Blood stained the front of his jacket in a few areas, and the side of his temple was all bandaged up, it wasn’t the best, but, Maria had insisted that he wrap it up, to prevent it from getting infected. Bandages were wrapped around one of hands as well, knuckles having been split open, his own anger having gotten the best of him, and punched a door when it wouldn’t open.Â
He was so tired, exhaustion filled him to the brim. His stomach growled, it was hard to find something to eat in Silent Hill, let alone have the stomach to be able to actually consume something there. Hungry. Tired. And without Mary.Â
He had learned the horrible truth, the truth that he had tried to hide from everyone, and himself as well. No one had to know, he needed to get back to his normal life in Ashfield. He wanted to get home, crawl into their his bed, and sleep it off for a few days.Â
The sound of a vehicle coming up from behind him made him jump, immediately turning around, thumb up, trying his best to try to get a ride back to town. He didn’t care how far someone was willing to take him, as long as it was away from the town of Silent Hill.
The thought of hopping into someone’s car normally would have made him sick, the thoughts of something happening to him would fill his mind, but, after enduring hell, it didn’t seem all that bad.Â
Travis had gone through Silent Hill without it stopping him. He felt that familiar dread. The familiar dread that the town gave him with its siren song. Why was this town trying to draw him in again? He didn’t do anything. Was it Alessa? Was she wanting him back? Why would she? There was no point in it. He had done what was needed. There was no need for him to be back in Silent Hill.
That’s when he saw the figure. The figure wanting to hitch hike. Travis slammed on his brakes. Travis had a heart for hitch hikers. Plus, he always had weapons to defend himself. The figure was of a man, and he seemed to be leaving Silent Hill. Not another one like himself.
Coming to a stop, Travis rolled down his window, “hop in and tell me where you’re goin, son.”
Yes, he was ignoring the blood. Travis knew that look all too well. He once was covered in blood and weary. He knew how much the town took a toll on you. He knew how it broke you.
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