Zachery groaned as his arm came back to life, meaning whatever that thing had done to him was wearing off.  Holding on a bit tighter, the med student sighed as he grimaced and blocked out the pain as best as he could as he examined the bulletin board.  Looking at it closely, he gasped in shock as he saw where he was at.  No way this was possible!  "Silent Hill?!  No...not this place....no!"  He punched the board hard enough to send pain into his fist but nothing beyond that.<br/><br/>His...grandmother had lived here, as had he when he had been orphaned during a horrible storm.  A tornado had hit his house, taking his parents and forcing him to live with the semi crazy grandmother until he was old enough to fend for himself.  He swore to never come here again, especially since his grandmother had been a hateful, spiteful, conniving bitch during her life.  During her life?  That thought spooked him as he looked up and sighed, forcing his raging emotions to settle down as he looked at his knuckles, which were slightly skinned thanks to that punch.  Did he expect to find her again in this place?  Shaking that thought away, Zachery hopefully started on the right road to the Historical Society since it was so nicely marked and all on the map before him.  Might as well start somewhere.