Silent Hill Suppliment - MrGone's Character Sheets

The bottle was empty.
With a deep sigh, he rolled over, landing heavily on the floor of the apartment. It was a
dump, but it was exactly what he deserved. The stabbing pain of a killer hangover in the making
pressed hard at his temples and his vision swam in the overly-bright light which sneaked through
his Venetian blinds.
How long ago had it been?
He looked at his right arm, finally freed from the cast and the bindings which had held it for
so long. It was still red and puffy along most of its length. Starting at the elbow, it still looked
more like ground beef than skin. He’d even lost his last two fingers, but it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
On his way to the fridge, he pressed the empty bottle down on the play button of the
answering machine. The thing chimed up in its neutral voice, telling him of the dozens of
messages he’d missed in his drinking binge.
Message one.
“Bobby? Are you there? It’s Mom. I’m worried sick about you. Why isn’t he picking up,
Herb? Look, we know it’s been rough this last month…” No shit? “but this isn’t healthy. We
really want to hear from you.”
He heaved the empty liquor bottle into the garbage. It landed with a quite satisfactory shatter
of glass smashing into glass.
Robert wiped his sleep-encrusted eyes with his left hand. He was doing nearly everything
with his left hand these days, with his right permanently useless. He glanced at the back of the
fridge. Glory hallelujah, he’d actually left himself some food. He grabbed a half-eaten sandwich
with his only good hand and undid the plastic wrap around it.
Message two.
“Hey, Rob, me and the boys were thinkin’ about goin’ out on the town, just wondering if you
felt like tagging along, just like the good old days. Well, if nothin’ else, it’ll get your mind off
that accident. Hit me back.”
There was something which just about killed his appetite. The accident. Of course, they had
to bring up the God-damned accident. How could something so cruel and brutal to happen to
somebody so good and pure?
Message three.