Trance walked up to a door, it had a symbol on the door

Split-Worms were all over the town, feeding off anything that came across them. Trance was in a corner, in the darkness. She got up and ran through the darkness and away from the Split-Worms. Something caught onto her ankle, it was biting her. She turned around to see what it was, it was a Double Head. She stabbed it in the head with a steel pipe, and kept running. ‘I’m going to get out of this hell!’ her mind screamed. She ran around the corner and saw the Lakeside Amusement Park.

“The amusement park… I don’t really know why, but I just want to go kill myself with a shot gun than going to the amusement park…” Trance said to herself.

She shrugged and walked through the gates and into the amusement park. There was crying up ahead, but it was very faint. She saw her younger eleven year-old self up ahead.

“If this were a video game, this would be a boss fight,” she said to herself. Her eleven year-old self was all bloody and had red eyes. She was holding a giant knife, kind of like Pyramid Head’s, but a little smaller. Her younger self lifted the giant knife up and brought it down on full impact, just barely missing her. Trance got out her hand gun and shot her younger, evil, self in the head three times.

“She’s not dead!” Trance said aloud. But then her younger self fell to the ground and disintegrated in a bloody puddle. “Welcome to hell, I hope you enjoyed your life.”

She walked up some stairs and saw Rhade. He turned around and walked towards her. “Is this nightmare almost over? Trance, I need it to be over, now,” Rhade said in a calm tone. Trance stayed still for a minute, she was silent.

“It’s for real, this isn’t a nightmare, and for all we know those monsters might be human beings. I will make it stop, I promise,” she answered.

“Promises… it’s the only thing you say whenever you’re not sure, right? You know, I could get used to this place, just don’t promise me we’re getting out of here,” Rhade replied.

Trance nodded.

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The night grew dark and red, walls replaced by rusted metal, and the monsters came out. Split-heads, the only one that was near the two, was approaching. Was it death that they were afraid of, or was it just the reality? They couldn’t stand the darkness and monstrosities that roamed all around them, killing them, eating them (but not literally), and filling their minds with berserk thoughts.

Beka walked down an alley and saw that she was going right into the darkness that was coming her way.

“Trance said we needed to go into the darkness to get out of here, well, that’s what I’m doing now.”

She walked out of the open and down a flight of stairs, leading into a dark underground passage.

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Everything started to change, the blood started to fade away. The fog got dense again and the water on the lake swished back and forth. Dylan walked through Rose Water Park and stopped when he saw the silhouette of a woman; it was close to the edge of the railing that had a good view of the lake. He recognized the woman.

“Sara, is that you?” he said in a quite voice.

The woman smiled and walked towards him. “Of course, now how about we escape this hell and have a getaway at the beach?”

This couldn’t be his fiancé, she was too outgoing in a world full of monsters. He looked over the side of the railing and saw the water swishing back and forth, just barely able to see it for long as the fog got denser. “I… you can’t be her, Sara died a long… time ago,” he said to himself.

“What? You still act like the high guard captain I know, I knew you wouldn’t change that damn act of yours… cheating on me with woman that mean nothing in the universe, nothing! While I was waiting for you to come back to me, you make yourself fall in love with other people?!” the woman raged.

Dylan blinked, ‘Is that what I’ve really been doing for four years?’ He looked back at the woman who looked like his fiancé. She moved towards him and put her hand on his shoulder. “You won’t have to kill anyone to tell me your sorry, all you have to do is put a little sense into that mind of yours,” she whispered into his ear. He was about to say something when he had noticed that no one was there.

“Would you stop fooling with my mind, just for once!” he yelled. He sighed and looked over the railing, the water looked cold and… wet. He hadn’t thought of the word ‘wet’ for a long time, it reminded him of fluids and liquids that quenched thirst. Thirst, he hadn’t thought of that word in a while either, and somehow he got a sick feeling in his stomach. After what might have been five days or more he had been completely anorexic without even thinking about it, or at least wasn’t eating anything. People, the word meant to him as ‘cannibal’, he would eat anything, even if it was Beka’s muscle to Trance’s twisted thoughts, he would eat anything. The thought scared him enough to make him convinced to eat himself rather than another person, but the thirst that had been enraged so much that he leaned over the side of the railing, vomiting violently. As he did so, he had muttered to himself that he wouldn’t drink the water near the park. Sleep, it was the only thing that didn’t hit him hard, as much as he used to grieve for it he knew he had to keep running from the unimaginable events that came forward. He slid down the side of the railing and sat there looking ahead of himself.

“Gotta… keep… going ahead,” he said weakly. Dylan stretched his right arm out in front of himself as his mind got fogged up with the urgent needs that hadn’t been met for so long. He passed out on the concrete and dozed off out of the fog that was surrounding him, seeming so comfortable and forgetting quickly about everything. The coldness had gotten to a high rate and, very slowly, started to frost the ground. The air got more moisturized by the hour.

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Brief moments of mixed emotions kept occurring in his mind, feeling lost and confused to love and lust, he was blank. Let’s narrow it down this way, if he had a choice between dying and being forgotten or being stuck in Silent Hill forever, he wouldn’t be able to choose. Harper sat in a chair outside the Blue Creek motel. He didn’t know why he was so far away from his last destination or how he had gotten to where he was, but being the ‘scared boy’, as Tyr would say, he didn’t really care.

“When you’re lost and all alone in this world, you seem to forget everything, isn’t that right?” Harper said to himself, drowning all tone from his voice. ‘At least I get a break from monsters, just for once.’

His head pounded with thoughts about what had happened and what was going on with the others. “Wha-…” he said as he saw Trance wearing ripped clothing with blood all over her body, her hair was curly and not in braids anymore, and she had an evil look on her face.

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Rhade woke up and struggled to get up off the ground; he had a massive headache and could only remember the taste of blood in his mouth.

“Rommie…” he suddenly remembered the event that had risen, but how did he get out of it? He dashed through the street in the fog, pressing his mind to think about where she would be. He saw a blood trail that led to the most unlikely place… Happy Burger. He went into the building and looked over at one of the booths and saw Rommie wrapping her arm in a cast, which he thought he’d never see her do. Rhade walked over and sat beside her. She looked up at him.

“I… hit my arm,” she hesitated. “Badly, you would say.”

The blood was soaking through a bit as she tightened the grip of the material. She clipped it with a pin and let her arm drop to the ground. Rhade sighed, if there was anything good to eat, he would eat it. So he got up and went to the back of the place and got a few sodas. He offered one to Rommie, and after a few seconds of remembering her human transformation, accepted. “I wouldn’t have thought that I’d ever end up in a Happy Burger, there’s nothing wrong with that… it’s just, just the most unpredictable place,” she told Rhade while taking sips of the unusual drink.

Rhade laughed a bit. “Well, that’s what I thought. How old do you think these sodas are?” he asked. Rommie shrugged and started to take bigger sips of the beverage, it tasted sweet and she had somehow grown to like it. Rhade’s mind started to tug at him for a few minutes, ‘If you’re drinking old soda that’s not healthy for you, don’t blame me for getting sick.’

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A/N: Okay then, chapter 8 is finished finally. Just to tell you guys, I was sick when I wrote this chapter so if it’s nothing like the other chapters and is partially confusing, I’m sorry. Well anyhow, if you’re wondering why Trance is different, but don’t want to be told, then don’t read this last part…

Okay, the reason why is because, that wasn’t really Trance… hey, I’ll explain later in the next chapter, but just thought I would give a heads-up to those who wanted to know and not wait for the next chapter. I’ve been too stuck doing some other stuff like work.