Silent Hill

I'm Heather Mason. It's a year after I left Silent Hill thinking I had defeated the cult that ran that town only to learn that the horror has returned. I head back driving my restored red 1978 Turbo Trans Am Firebird listening to my Ozzy Osbourne Diary of a Madman CD and singing along to Flying High Again. I'm wearing a faded denim jacket over a Black Sabbath tee shirt, faded blue jeans and a pair of Teva sandals. I can't fucking believe I have to return to that abandoned shithole of a town. I thought I defeated the cult and their god but I thought wrong. I have to put a stop to it. I can't let it spread. I'm about a mile outside of town and park my car, I'm walking the rest of the way. I enter town and head to the Five to Two Diner to check my equipment. When i enter the run down diner i notice dust everywhere, some of the letters have fallen off the menu above the waitress station behind the counter. There is rotting food still on the dust covered tables and counter. I check my weapons: a nine millimeter Glock handgun, shotgun, Desert Eagle Magnum, M4 carbine with laser site and flashlight attached to the upper and lower rail system and a Katana. I also have black belts in Taijutsu and Shorin- Ryu Karate. I'm also quite good at Kendo. This girl is prepared this time to deal with the freaks of this town. I also check my clip on flashlight that can sense light and darkness so it can turn itself off and on, I clip it to my right upper pocket of my jean jacket as well as my radio that emits static whenever one of the fucked up monsters that are in this ghost town is near. I have plenty of batteries for both as well as medical supplies. As I said this girl is prepared this time. I check the velcro ankle straps of my sandals on my size 5 pretty barefeet and check my short blonde hair in a dusty bathroom mirror and leave the diner out to the heavy fog of Silent Hill.