The road might have been long and Zachery's arm was hurting, but he had no intention of dropping to the wayside either.  Still, he would have to do something about his arm before too long, or he'd be in trouble before the day was over.  Even so, the guy was feeling better as time wore on as he walked onward, seeing the red smear on the concrete street, leading onto a street with garishly painted house.  He didn't recognize this part of town, but on the other hand he hadn't been in Silent Hill in like ten years.  Wandering onward down the street with the houses before him, Zachery wondered if anyone was home in this town since he hadn't seen a soul yet...unless one counted the creature from earlier.