Silent Hill Suppliment - MrGone's Character Sheets

Yeah, that went well.
The faceless-nurse-thing had buried a pipe
into his side. She was dead, but now, whenever
he tried to stand up straight, red pain blazed
through his entire side. That probably meant
that a rib was broken, which was just fantastic.
Robert clumsily stomped on the head of
the thing that he had just killed. Its head
twitched hard in response. Just when he was
ready to swing at the thing again, the twitching
stopped. When he was sure that he was as safe
as he could be, he slumped to the floor, putting
all his weight on his right side in the hopes of
avoiding some pain.
When he fully relaxed, the door to the
filthy room swung open, and a woman stood
there for only a moment before she pointed a
gun at him.
“Wait!” Robert screamed.
A moment passed, but the gun was
lowered. That's when Robert realized it: this
woman had a face, not some hunk of skin in
place of one.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding very
apologetic. “It's been a while since I've seen
anyone who wasn't a thing.”
“It's OK,” Robert said. “I've been here for
about 5 hours, and I thought that I was the only
one here. I would have done the same thing, if
I had a gun to point.”
The woman, who was ten shades whiter
than any woman he'd go for, was tall and
athletic-built, with medium-length brown hair
pulled up in a pony tail. Her clothes were
simple, a t-shirt, jeans, and a beat-up leather
jacket. She closed the door behind her and
wedged a nearby chair under the door knob.
Chapter 2
“That should keep them out, at least for a
while,” she said.
“That's something.” Robert tried to get up,
but the pain scorched his side again, and he fell
back to the ground.
“Your side?” she asked, walking over to
him.
“Yeah, one of those faceless bitches
pummeled me with a pipe,” he said, motioning
to his broken and hurting side.
“I've got something that could help with
that,” she said as she walked toward him. She
knelt beside him and slung a pack off of her
back. “It'll take me a second to find it. Tell me
buddy, what's your name?”
“Robert Freeman.”
The woman stopped her search abruptly,
looking at Robert Freeman with a wide-open
jaw. “You got a sister named Shelley?”
Robert's jaw flopped open. “Yeah, how
did you know about that?”
“She and I were . . . friends,” Robert gave
her a questioning look. “Now close your eyes
and lay back. This will hurt, a lot.”
Robert did as he was instructed. He
thought that she was pulling a fast one on him
until awful pain shot into his leg. Arctic cold
shot its way up to the place where his side
burned. The cold swallowed the pain, and it
was completely gone.
“What the hell did you do?” he asked.
She grinned in reply. “Good, Shelley
didn't tell you anything.”