Harry Mason wasn't sure how, exactly, he had managed to enter a hospital room in the town of Silent Hill and come out in what looked to be a remote, decaying village in some foreign country, or possibly Texas, though he supposed that it was just the town attempting to once again mess with his mind.

Or, if he wanted to theorize, he could completely crazy, and the whole of his ordeal was just an elaborate hallucination that he dreamed up to mentally escape confinement in an institution.

Harry, however, liked to think that what was happening to him was real, and therefore he prudently tried to exit out the door he had come through to avoid the hoards of demons that were likely ahead.

To his surprise, it opened, though instead of leading back to the gore covered realm of Silent Hill, it opened into a small, wooden hut.

There were several shelves scattered around the tiny room, most of which were littered with remains of broken wood, which looked as though they might've once formed crates. Across the room was a rough wooden table, on which an antique typewriter sat.

Nothing in the room seemed particularly sinister, though Harry was still on edge, mostly because of the heavily armed blond man who was currently aiming a shotgun at his head.

"Don't shoot!" exclaimed Harry, though he didn't dare drop his own gun. Maybe if he shot first . . . though, that shotgun looked awfully powerful. And destructive.

The man blinked and lowered his gun slightly. "You're . . . normal?"

"Normal?" asked Harry. He vaguely heard the door click shut behind him, seemingly on its own accord. "Yes, I'm . . . normal. Are you . . . normal?"

The man nodded and relaxed, letting his gun drop to his side. "Yes. I'm Leon Kennedy."

"Harry Mason." He paused and swallowed. This 'Leon' seemed more normal than most of the people he had met in Silent Hill, so he might as well . . . "Uh, have you seen a little girl? Short, black hair? Just turned seven last month?"

Leon slowly shook his head. ". . . No . . . The only people I've seen around here are the Ganados. Well, and that 'Luis', but he ran off. And he's not short. Though, he does have black hair."

"Ganados?" demanded Harry.

Leon looked at him oddly. "Yes. The Ganados. The . . . inhabitants . . . of this village."

"Ganado?" muttered Harry. "Doesn't that mean 'cattle'? But, uh, no, I haven't seen anyone."

"How could you miss them?!" Leon exclaimed incredulously. "They're all over - they swarm! And - and - then there's the guy with--" He made a slicing motion with his hands. "--with the thing - the chainsaw and the potato sack!"

Harry slowly shook his head and tightened his grip on his gun. "Ah, no, sorry. Haven't seen anyone like that."

Leon sighed and shook his head. "Well . . . they did all just go off to bingo, but . . ."

"Bingo?"

Leon ignored him. "Anyway, that doesn't really matter, I guess. Can I ask you a question, sir?"

". . . Yes."

"Have you seen a teenage girl? Short blond hair? Just turned eighteen last week? Dressed like a road flare?"

Harry cautiously moved his head back and forth in a negative gesture.

Leon sighed. "Ah, well, then . . ." He began to move towards the door, and Harry backed away.

"Watch out for the Ganados," he said, opening the door. It shut behind him, and he was gone.

Harry was silent for a moment.

"What the hell just happened?"

Impulsively moving to follow the man, he opened the door and stepped out, only to find himself met with the horrific scenery of Silent Hill.

His radio began blaring static, though Harry was still.

Finally, he huffed:

"Goddamit, Cheryl! First sewers, now a hut in a village full of cattle who play bingo? Where to, next? I should just leave you here! Twenty seven hours of labor and this is how you repay me?!"

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Author's Note: Yeah, the ending was random. But, this just came to me like, ten minutes ago and I decided to write it. So, here it is. :)

-snarryvader81 (aka Anna)