<div align="center">People are strange when you're a stranger <br/>Faces look ugly when you're alone <br/>Women seem wicked when you're unwanted <br/>Streets are uneven when you're down <br/><br/>When you're strange <br/>Faces come out of the rain <br/>When you're strange <br/>No one remembers your name <br/>When you're strange <br/>When you're strange <br/>When you're strange <br/><br/>People are strange when you're a stranger <br/>Faces look ugly when you're alone <br/>Women seem wicked when you're unwanted <br/>Streets are uneven when you're down <br/><br/>When you're strange <br/>Faces come out of the rain <br/>When you're strange <br/>No one remembers your name <br/>When you're strange <br/>When you're strange <br/>When you're strange <br/></div><br/>Deacon sang this over and over on the ride to Silent Hill. Why the gods had smiled on him was a mystery, but the old bat had actually agreed to take him to the one place this could all end. He remembered it clearly, the old theater, it smelled like Murphey's Oil Soap and musty backroom cardgames had been huge. It sprawled out before him, every seat taken by someone who had paid to see him perform. It had been the best night of his life, everything had gone off without a hitch, even the water tank had not leaked. Everything had gone right until that is...<br/><br/>She was suppose to slip the cuffs, and then pull herself up and undo the ropes. Something had gone wrong and when he pulled back the curtain...she was twitching, her feet moving erratically, but her neck hung the wrong way, broken. He had heard that when it happened like that, people got excited, they orgasmed. She had just pissed and shit herself. The screams echoed through the theater, people shouted "Shes Dead," and "Get a Doctor," but he just stood there looking up at her dazed, bewildered, shocked.<br/><br/>He heard those same screams everynight now. They came from the inmates at Happy View Assyum. There was nothing happy about it and the only view was of the stone wall that kept the crazies in and regular folks out. Not Deacon, he had scaled the wall that night and almost made it here...almost. He sang the song over and over, not hearing protests of the nutjobs they threw him in the van with.The<del>quack</del>"doctor" had stopped them at the lookout point near the lake.When the van stopped, he climbed out. "Alright you loonies, head north along the appalatean trail and you'll find civilization. I got unfinished business over there." He points to the other side of the lake.<br/><br/>He goes around back and feels under the van for the tire iron.<em>Jack-freaking-pot!</em>He uses it to smash in the windows of the cars, searching them for anything useful, al the while singing that song. He popped their trunks and search those too. Clothes, warm clothes, flashlights, batteries, anything that could be useful. He turned them upside down, caring not a whit for their owners...