Silent Hill: Coldheart

Chapter One: Homecoming

Streetlights fly past as the semi sped down the highway, eventually exiting and moving onto back roads. Snow pelted the windscreen and windows. A woman in the passenger side seat stares at the sky, almost as if she was sleeping with her eyes open.

"So, uh," the truck driver said to change the mood. "What're you gonna do, now that your back?"

The woman had no response. "Sharon? Are you gonna spend more quality time with your son? Huh, Sharon?"

Again, no response.

"I'm only a truck driver, but I always make sure to spend quality time with my kids after-"

"Travis." Sharon spoke without moving her head.

"Yes?" Travis answered.

"...Shut up."

Travis did as he was told.

The semi stopped in front of a dirt path, one which was covered in a thin layer of snow. Sharon stepped out of the truck.

"If you need anything, you have my number." Travis said. Sharon paid no heed to him and started walking down the path. Eventually she found herself in front of a large country home. She took one look at the empty driveway and, without emotion, pulled a pistol out of her coat pocket. She walked up to the door, only to find that it was open. She carefully walked inside, ready to shoot anything that moves. She came to the kitchen, where a note that she didn't write was taped to the fridge. She put her gun away and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and waited for him to pick up.

"Travis, I'm going to need your help."

"So, where are we going?" Travis asked. "You haven't told me yet."

"My son was kidnapped by the nanny I hired." Sharon said.

"And you're not going to the police, why?"

"I can handle it."

Travis sighed and then suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing Sharon to drop her gun. "What the hell was that for?" She asked.

"They took him to Silent Hill?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, what are we waiting for? Go!"

"I'm not going."

"It's just a little fog, what are you so afraid of?" Sharon asked. Travis didn't answer. "Fine, if you don't wanna go, then don't." She steps out of the car.

"Wait, Sharon." He picks up her gun. "Here...a soldier's gotta have a gun."

"Is that so?" She said sarcastically, taking the gun anyway. She closes the door and Travis speeds off in the opposite direction. She takes one look at the rusting welcome sign and walks into the fog.