"A great writer once wrote "Nightmares exist outside of logic, and theres little fun to be had with explanations; there antithetical to the poetry of fear." Within horror stories there can be, or wont be an explanation, and there shouldn't be one. The unanswered is what stays within us for the longest times, and it is what we'll remember in the end..."
"My name is Alex Warren. I'm the writer, and this? This is my story"
The screech of tires, the sight of someone in the middle of the road, and then a tree right before the crash; these were the only things Alex could remember seeing before waking up within the remains of the car on the side of the road. Slowly he turned his head, feeling a slight twinge in his neck and the feeling of something cold running down the side of his face. Reaching up he wiped whatever it was to take a look at it, still not raising his head. "Blood... Great." He gave a sigh that almost made him sound annoyed that he was bleeding, though he knew it was nothing to worry about. As long as he could walk he was fine, well thats what he always said anyway.
Slowly exiting the car Alex stumbled to the ground, feeling the cold asphalt against his hands as he peered up to take a look down the road; nothing but fog as far as he could see, but right now he had more important things to worry about. Waking up in the crashed car felt like walking from one nightmare to another as he stood up and made his way back over to the downed car, leaning against it with another sigh. "I had to take the trip didn't I?" He checked around for his phone but it was no use anyway since he didn't even know the area code for silent hill so how was he meant to ring for help? Though that was it wasn't it? He was close to the town, he may as well head there and get himself some help and patched up. "Its better than this place" He said, looking up to the large cliff that was beside the road, the feeling of being over shadowed something over him, or maybe it was a slight bit of fear?
Alex knew that going out there without anything was a little stupid to say the least, and he knew he had packed for the trip, though if it was all in tact would be a different matter. Looking inside the truck he pulled his Journal and wallet from the passenger seat, thanking the gods that it was up from with him and very much in tack from the crash. "At least this would make a good story..." He chuckled to himself, trying to shrug off the pressure of the enclosing fog around him. Before moving on Alex started to check the car, everything from the glove compartment to his luggage in the back that was currently covered by the shiny black metal cover. He didn't know if he would find anything useful but the lest he could hope for was something to light his way or a radio...