The dense mist hung over the world like a sea of clouds that fell from the sky. “Cheryl!” He called her name again and again as he pushed through the countless water vapors that swirled through the air. Harry continued through the thick fog, his every thought consumed by the need to find his daughter as soon as possible. If Cheryl, a little girl lost in an unfamiliar city, were to encounter a person like that. Those were the monsters that lurked in society, hunting down their young victims with their poison fangs. The names of these loathsome people from the past surfaced in his mind and overlapped with the image of his daughter. But she was also incredibly reckless, a fact that only increased Harry’s worry.Ĭharles Hatcher. She was clever, resourceful, and seemed to possess wisdom beyond her seven years. Harry knew that Cheryl was a clever child, and he wasn’t just thinking that because he was her father. But what about Cheryl? Where was she? Was she unconscious? Bleeding? Injured? Maybe she went off to try to find help. It was only a scratch, he wasn’t seriously hurt. He absentmindedly reached with the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, only to find that the liquid dripping down his face was blood. Harry was beginning to panic, his body burning with parental concern for his daughter. He searched around the area of the wreck, but found nothing. Not only that, but he was positive she’d been wearing her seatbelt properly. It was unlikely that she had thrown out by the impact of the crash as the passenger door was left wide open. His daughter had disappeared from the car. “Cheryl!” Harry called out through the vision-obscuring mist. By the time he had come to his senses, the engine was stalling and the Jeep wouldn’t budge. It was hard to remember anything else after that.
Tires screeching, the jeep had collided with the guardrail as if it was moving on its own accord. Just as he was about to plow through the small, child-like figure, he completely lost control of the wheel, like the vehicle was an iron horse that refused to follow the driver’ reigns. Harry recalled the shadow that had dashed out into the road. His Jeep had broken through a guardrail and was now lying at the bottom of a ravine. His footsteps were unsteady as he was still feeling the shock of the accident. Translation (in progress) of the official novelization of Silent Hill released in Japan in 2006.
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