His sleep was plagued with terrible dreams. Writhing flesh and the sounds of screams filled his mind, along with the sounds of metal scraping against a hard surface. He saw a huge heavy knife dragging along a concrete floor, before his dream shifted to another location. It was somewhere he had seen before, it a hallway, filled with dead nurses. In his dream, he walked forwards, but he had no control over his movements. It was as if someone was controlling him, making him walk and look around. He looked to a door, and reached out with his blood red hand. Quickly, he realized that it was not his eyes he was looking through. He was looking through the eyes of the demon that tortured him. He could do nothing but watch as the demon pushed open the door, revealing a dark room with the naked nurse, standing there. Slowly, the demon walked towards the nurse, reaching out, touching its stomach. He could feel a heartbeat, but as the demon's hand lingered there, he felt something else, moving around inside.

Lukas awoke from his dream, opening his eyes quickly, looking around the room he was in. Thankfully, it looked like he was still the only one in the room. He got up off the bed, and walked towards the nearest bathroom. He needed to wash off this dried blood still stuck to his skin. The bathroom he walked into wasn't that big, containing a bath, and a sink with a mirror over it. The mirror was a little dusty with specks of dirt over it, but he could still see his own reflection. He looked at himself for a moment, he was an absolute mess. There was a big bruise over one shoulder, dried blood was stuck to his face, hair, and even his stubble. His nose was aching like hell, and looked just as bad as it felt. As he looked at himself, he noticed something. His left earlobe was torn, presumably from the blow one of the nurses managed to land on him.

"That bitch..." He reached over to the cold tap, turning it. There was a strange noise emanating from the pipes in the house, but no water came out. "Of course it wouldn't fucking work..." Just as he said that, brown water splattered into the sink with great force. Some of it splashed back onto him, getting him even dirtier than he already was. A great torrent of vile words spilled from his mouth as he tried to turn off the tap. The sporadic flow eventually came to a steady flow. The water began to look less brown, and began to look a little more normal. He splashed the water over his naked body, washing himself starting off with his face, then his upper body, then his lower body. Once he had washed away the blood and filth away from his skin, he decided to head back to the bedroom.

Almost as soon as he walked into the bedroom, he felt like something was off. Everything was dead silent. The shadows seemed a little darker, but perhaps that was his imagination. In this place he couldn't really tell what was real, and what was not. He could hardly believe his own eyes anymore, and sometimes it was harder to believe his own actions. Although he felt unsettled by everything that happened since his arrival to this place, he tried his best to calm himself down. He sat down on the bed and stared towards a black spot in the corner of the room. The more time he spent staring at that spot, the easier it became for him to imagine some demon stepping right out of those shadows. He didn't realize it, but his bruised hands quickly closed, forming fists. He could already imagine himself slamming his fists into the face of the demon that had tortured him. Even when his body was bruised and bleeding, he still wanted revenge. However, his thoughts gradually drifted from revenge, and shifted to food. He needed to eat.

One hour passed, and Lukas found himself out on the streets again. He hasn't eaten for a whole day, so good was all that was on his mind right now. He was also wearing his old dirty shredded clothes, so he needed to get some new ones whenever he could. There was a lot of things he needed to do, but fighting wasn't one of them. After the beating he sustained yesterday, he had to keep himself out of harm's way. Still, he carried his spear and all his gear in his backpack, just in case. The fog was still very thick, only able to see about thirty or forty feet ahead of himself. Thankfully, it also seemed that the monsters visibility was also quite limited. It allowed him to sneak past undetected. Although he knew that this was the smart thing to do, a big part of him just wanted to run up behind one of these creatures and smash their heads in with a brick. Whilst he thought about cracking their heads open, a question came to mind. Could he eat their flesh? If he couldn't find any food, he may have to resort to devouring the very demons that tried hunting him down. Lukas stopped wondering the streets when a certain building caught his attention.

"No fucking way... This is my lucky day..." He took a few steps forwards, and found himself standing in front of a fast food restaurant. Happy burger.

After trying the double doors a couple of times with no success, he decided to force his way in. He kicked the door again and again until finally, it swung inwards. He walked in, seeing the clean counters and tables. It was strange, it was as if someone had been keeping this place nice and clean. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that the employees were on their lunch break. He walked over towards a table besides a large window, and decided to take a seat. He didn't know why, but this place made him feel calmer. This was the first piece of normality he had seen in this forsaken town, but all he had to do was look out of the window to see that everything was far from normal here. He stayed sat down for a few moments, just enjoying feeling like he was back in the normal world. He could so easily imagine people walking around, ordering and eating their food. He could imagine the chatter in the background as people talked to their friends and relatives as he just had a nice big meal. It was then he realized something, nothing would ever be the same for him again. He couldn't possibly live a normal life after what he did, after seeing the things he had seen. Knowing that monsters exist is something he would never be able to escape, even if he got out of this place. His experiences and knowledge he takes from this place would follow him to his grave.

"Hey," a familiar deep voice said to him from behind.

Lukas quickly looked behind himself. It was the man in the wool trench coat that once pointed a gun at him. The man in his forties looked a lot rougher than when Lukas had last saw him. His nose looked broken and bent slightly to the right side of his face. His lower lip was split, and his left eye was near swollen shut. Lukas noticed that the man still had his 1911 handgun with him in his hand, but it wasn't pointing at him this time. "Hey... I guess now you know why I was covered in blood last time we met..."

"Yeah..." the middle aged man replied before walking over, and taking the seat opposite Lukas. "The roads are gone, even the one I took to get into this place... There's no way out of here..."

Lukas had a feeling that escaping wasn't going to be as easy as taking the nearest main road out of here. "Maybe this place wants to keep us here... Maybe we're going insane," Lukas replied to him.

"I hope I am going insane... I don't want the things I have seen to be real... You look like you've been to hell and back," the man pointed out.

Lukas chuckled in response. "I feel like I have been through hell, and survived... If we keep getting beaten up like this every day though, we're not going to survive very long."

There was a long, cold silence before the older man spoke again. "I don't intend on staying here for very long..."

"Hey, how about I go see what they've got around the back? Maybe there's some food back there just waiting to be taken."

The older man cracked a small smile before nodding. "Y-yeah. Maybe we can get fix ourselves a nice meal..."

Lukas walked around the back and found everything was still working. He was extremely surprised to find fresh food, and even oil for the nearby fryers. Within twenty minutes, they sat down to their table with full meal in front of them. They had burgers, fries, even cola. Both men started eating right away, filling their hungry stomachs. The older man finished first, and soon looked very disappointed. "What's wrong?" Lukas asked.

"I...have something to admit," the man said in a very serious tone, before lifting his gun up.

Lukas stopped eating, his eyes becoming fixated on that gun. Already, he was planning to flip this table, but what the man said next took him by surprise.

"I came here for my last meal," he said as he brought the gun to his own mouth.

Lukas couldn't do anything more than watch as the man pulled the trigger. Blood and brains sprayed out of the back of the man's head. His eyes rolled back and he let out a horrifying death gasp. It sounded like he was choking, gurgling and sighing all the same time as red rivers escaped his nostrils and mouth. His lifeless body soon collapsed to the ground, leaving Lukas as the only living soul in this place once again. Lukas didn't do or say anything, he just stared at the fresh body laying on the floor. His shock soon faded and within a few seconds, he returned to finishing off what remained of his meal. He hated to think it, but he was actually happy that this man had committed suicide. It meant he could take anything of use the man still had on him. He hoped that the man hadn't used his last bullet on himself. Just a couple of seconds after finishing his meal, Lukas stood up and started searching the man's body. His flesh was barely even cold when he started going through his pockets. Just a day ago, he would've thought twice about searching a dead man, but his situation had only became more dire with each passing hour. He had no choice if he wanted to survive.

"I hope you had something good on you..." He pulled something out of his coat pocket. It was a small photograph of the middle aged man with a small girl. They were both smiling in a place that looked very sunny. He didn't look at it for very long, he decided to shove the photograph back into his pocket before searching the rest. In his pockets, he found keys and bullets. He threw the keys away and kept the bullets. He also pried the gun out of the man's hand, ejected the magazine and pulled back on the slide. He took the one bullet that was ejected. He knew that he would need every bullet he could get if he was going to survive. He stashed the gun and bullets in his backpack before walking into the back to stock up on some food. He got some beef jerky along with a few other foods he could cook later before walking out of the fast-food restaurant. He could see a few creatures heading his way, he guessed they must've been drawn to the place by the sound of the gunshot. It was time for him to make his quick escape.

Sometime later, Lukas arrived back in the home he had slept in the night before. He didn't know how long he would be here for, but he guessed that he should start making this place his home. He started by boarding up windows, breaking into other houses to find light bulbs, candles, anything that radiated light. He brought it all back to his new home and started arranging the furniture to his liking. He hammered all the way through the night, the only times he stopped were whenever he saw a monster passing by in the street through the window. As soon as they passed, he started hammering again. When he had finished, he had nailed up every window on the first floor up almost completely. He left little slots in the boards so he could look out of the window without being seen.

Night came quickly, and there was still much to be done. Lukas made himself a snack before heading to bed. This time he had a candle burning in the room, on a bedside table. It wasn't to light up the entire room, but it was something. Lukas stripped himself before getting into bed. He tried to get some rest, but he found himself thinking about that man. He wondered what could've possibly driven him to killing himself. He knew that this place was horrifying, but there was some twisted part of him that found enjoyment where it could. He found pleasure in ending and using the demons. He figured that man must've had a fragile mind, or perhaps Lukas' mind was just more suited for this type of world.

After a few hours of dodging the horrors in the fog, he made it back to his hideout. In his new bedroom, all was quiet. Despite everything that he had seen and done, he managed to get some rest, but his rest was interrupted by the sound of scratching. It wasn't a faint scratching sound either, it sounded as if someone was angrily carving into the walls and floorboards with a knife. His eyes began to slowly open, and as soon as he came to his senses, he immediately sat up. He tossed the covers aside and hastily got out of his bed, making a grab for the closest weapon he could find. He had propped his spear up against the wall before he went to sleep, so that's what he grabbed. There was no time to put on clothes, not when there could be one of those things close by. Once he was armed, he listened to the scratching sound, trying to figure out where it was originating from. At first, he thought it was coming from his bedroom door, then it seemed to shift to the bathroom door, then it seemed to come from inside the walls. He couldn't figure out what was making the noise, or where it was coming from. That awful sound seemed to reverberate around the room, until he took a step forward. The scratching began to emanate from behind the bedroom door, and only that door. He guessed that his preparations to make this place safer had failed.

Cautiously, he snuck up to the door until he was a mere foot away from it. Instead of opening it, he tried to figure out what was on the other side. He reached out, and knocked on the door twice. To his surprise, the scratching stopped, and he got two knocks in response. However, the knocking did not come from the door in front of him, it came from behind the bathroom door. With a quick spin, he faced the source of the noise and stormed towards the door. He grabbed the handle and pushed it open, revealing the empty room. Seeing that only raised more questions, it made him wonder if the place itself was messing with him. At this point, he wouldn't rule anything out. "I'm getting tired of this shit," he angrily spat as he slammed the bathroom door shut. A few noises was not about to scare him after what he had seen and done, he was just annoyed that he couldn't fight whatever had disturbed his slumber. With a sigh, he lay back onto his bed, resting his battered body once more.

The noises didn't cease. All night, it continued no matter how much he tried to block it out, or yell at it to stop. Now, he just couldn't stop thinking about what it was that wanted to torment him so much. Was it that creature that tortured him at the hospital? Perhaps it was nothing but his own mind, slowly failing him. It was hard not to think about insanity in a place like this, and after what he had done. His thoughts shifted from the noises, and to the creature he had used to sate his lust. He wondered what she was doing now. Was she roaming the halls of the hospital still nude, or was she planning to join the rest of these demons, and attempt to kill him? Right now, he wasn't in any shape to be fighting with all his lacerations and bruises. If they came for him, he wasn't sure he would be able to fight them all off.

Lukas closed his eyes, forgetting about everything, attempting to get some sleep. Once he managed to fall asleep, he began dreaming of horrific creatures. He could see them, horrific things sprouting from demons mouths like gorey eels. Shapeless monsters, lurking in the darkness, hiding behind the creatures he had already fought in the past. His dream made little sense. He dreamt he was back in that hospital one moment, only to find himself walking through a door and into a graveyard. He walked amongst the graves, until the soil underneath his feet gave way. He found himself falling into a dark void, nothing but blackness surrounding him. He looked up, able to see the sky from the hole he fell through. However, he lost sight of it the deeper he fell. He was awoken by the falling sensation, there was no way he was going to get any real sleep in a place like this.

In the morning, once the sun came up, Lukas sat downstairs in a worn out fabric chair. His clothes were dirty, but dirty clothes were the least of his concerns in this place. He was still recovering, his body still healing, but that didn't mean he had to stay stuck in this house. He was deep in thought, planning out his next move. He needed to find some way out of this town, but not before getting his revenge on that demon in the hospital. He couldn't hide in here forever, but he couldn't run around blindly in the streets either. One wrong move, and he could be nothing more than a stain on the street. He needed a map. He would go without one, but he would keep his eyes peeled for any he may find. Unlike at the hospital, he would try to avoid fights for now, he couldn't risk another injury on top of the many he had already sustained. With a sigh, he decided to get up and head outside. Exploring the area seemed like a better idea than waiting around. He strapped on his backpack, grabbed his makeshift spear and unlocked the front door. Immediately, he was confronted by the thick fog that permanently shrouded Silent Hill's streets. He could use this fog to his advantage.

For hours, Lukas walked the streets, and skulked through the alleys. He went home to home, building to building in search of anything useful. His backpack was really starting to feel heavy with food, materials, and other items he liked the look of. He walked through a back alley, climbed a seven foot brick wall and jumped down into a back yard. He looked straight ahead, towards the house he was going to break into. This would be his last stop for the day, he couldn't carry much more anyway. Swiftly, he kicked in the back door, and walked into a rather small kitchen. It was strange to him how everything in this place seemed frozen in time, but he wasn't going to complain. He saw a doorway that led into the living room, which he made his way towards. As soon as he set foot in the room, he saw someone to his right, swinging something towards his face. He turned to face his attacker, and brought up his left elbow to the side of his own head. He felt a metal pipe strike his left arm as he threw a right hook at his attacker's face, sending the man stumbling to the ground with a single blow. It was only when his attacker was down on the ground that he then got a good look at him. "You?"

The man on the floor looked up to Lukas, feeling more than a little dazed. "You...you bastard! Where the hell did you go to after you took my flashlight?" Cole questioned him before realizing just how beat up Lukas was. He really did look like he had been though hell, but on the other hand, Cole was pissed at him for leaving him in that hospital alone. "You almost cost me my life! Those creatures came out of the darkness and tried to kill me!"

"Cole... Shut the fuck up," Lukas firmly replied. His arm hurt from the pipe blow, but it was better than having his head cracked open by it. "I had my own problems to deal with in that fucking hospital. Complain to me once you've been cut up and tortured by a demon."

Cole had a look of disbelief on his face. "You got tortured in that place? We shouldn't have gone anywhere near that hospital..."

Lukas couldn't help but notice Cole didn't even have a scratch on him, besides the fresh bruise his knuckles left behind. He guessed he got lucky. Once Lukas calmed down, he walked over to the couch nearby and sat down on it. "You find out anything about this town since we last met?"

Cole nodded as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the very thing he had been searching for. He walked over to a nearby coffee table and placed the map on it. "I've been trying to find ways out of this place, but the main roads I've tried are all blocked off or just plain not there. I've thought about maybe cutting through certain areas, or even try finding a boat to cross that lake, but every time I feel like I am getting somewhere, more of those freaks show up. I don't want those fuckers even touching me. I've marked dead ends on this map, if you can get your own, you can copy mine."

Lukas examined the map, already thinking up of his next move. "Where did you get this map?"

"I found it in the hospital. There were a bunch of them there, so I just took it."

"The hospital... Looks like that's my next stop then. A little sooner than I would've liked, but I need a map... Ugh..." Lukas held one hand to his head, suddenly feeling as if someone was groping around inside his skull. He felt like he was about to pass put on the spot.

Cole noticed something seemed very off about Lukas. "Are you alright? You look really sick..."

Lukas tried to laugh it off. "I am really sick..." His words sounded more sinister than he intended, and he knew it. Then again, why should he pretend he was normal when this place was anything but normal?

"You're not really serious about going back to the hospital, are you? That place is swarming with monsters, you think you can take them on in your condition?" Cole thought that perhaps Lukas took a hard hit to the head or something, because he sure seemed unsteady on his feet right now.

"Don't worry about me... I can take a good beating." There was no reason for Lukas to hang around here any longer, so he walked out the way he came in.

Cole watched the weird man walk away, finding it unusual how well Lukas seemed to be dealing with the terrifying monsters he had seen. Cole did his best to barricade the home for the night. The home had an upstairs, which he immediately headed towards before finding a closed door. He reached out and turned the door knob, hearing it unlock with a heavy click. The door slowly swung into the room, revealing little more than a pitch black room. Not being able to see what was in the darkness filled him with dread, but it was getting dark, and he needed to know that this place was safe. Reluctantly, he made one small step after another, his right hand feeling the wall inside the dark room for a light switch. His fingers brushed against one, which he flicked up. A dim light illuminated the room, revealing a room with cream coloured walls. It appeared to be wall paper because some of it appeared to be peeling from the wall. He walked in, heading towards the double bed in the room. Looked a little dusty and outdated by a few decades, but it would do. One thing that concerned him was dark mould in the right corner of the room, he hoped he wasn't going to get that shit in his lungs. With no other options, he stripped down to his boxers, and climbed into bed. It took him some time, but he fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a loud bang, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Cole shot up, panting, fearing that a monster had broken into the house. Then, he noticed the light was out. He had left it on whilst he slept, which meant someone or something is in the room. There was still light coming from a nearby window, but it was so dim outside, he could barely see inside the room. He was too scared to say anything, too afraid to move. If it were a monster, why was it toying with him like this? Perhaps these things fed on more than flesh, but he was too panicked to think about its motivations right now.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe when he felt and heard someone sighing from behind. It made no sense, how could someone be behind him? There should be nothing there but a solid wall. Reluctantly, he turned his head to the side, looking back over his shoulder. He was ready to leap off the bed, but there was nothing there but the wall. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a scratching noise above him. He looked up, and saw a pair of milky eyes staring right back down at him followed by a terrifying howl that couldn't possibly come from a human. He couldn't make out any other details of the creature in the darkness, he only looked at it for a brief moment anyway before scrambling off the bed, falling onto his side in his haste. The room was so dark, he couldn't even see the door, but that didn't stop him from running straight towards the wall, feeling his way around the room.

"Oh god! God no!" he muttered as he felt along the wall, desperately trying to find a way out. The sounds of the creature dropping down from the ceiling could be heard very clearly in the otherwise very quiet room. Heavy footsteps could be heard, approaching him, getting louder as he blindly fumbled around. He could feel it, it was right behind him, and he knew it. He was almost frozen in fear when he felt his fingertips graze the handle of the door. Immediately, he latched onto it, flinging the door open only to feel a cold hand wrap around his wrist. He turned around as he pulled his wrist free of the creature's grasp, getting a glimpse of its disturbing, mouthless face in the process. He yanked his wrist free so hard, it caused him to fall onto his back, but he didn't stay there for long. He stumbled onto all fours, running through the pitch black home. His fingers skimmed along the walls, feeling them for places he could hide, or get out of this place. His fear addled mind was just trying to find a way to save itself, he completely forgot that he was even on the second floor. When he found the stairs, he took a big fall down them, rolling down every single one of them. By the time he reached the last step, he was already unresponsive, blood pouring down the right side of his head.

There he lay, silent, unable to move. His fate was completely out of his hands now.

Author's note: Hey everybody! Finally uploaded a new chapter to this story. I was going to upload one sooner, but I didn't like how it turned out so I changed a few things and this is the result. Hope you all enjoyed reading it! Oh, and as always, thank you to BigBossSonic for editing this!