Hmm... -strokes chin ponderously-
I suggest we stick together but still try and get help? We wont get lost in the fog that way. So, uh, this way? -points towards the town-
My new account at: EventuaOh, cool! I mean, uh... Oh, horror! I say we start looking around for improvised weapons. Also, splitting up may actually be a good idea. If I'm not mistaken, Silent Hill is a place that gets its monsters 'n such by drawing from the traumatic memories of those who go there, meaning that if we all stay in one place, we might start getting monsters from everyone's collective conscience. <——(WMG)
Okay, I call dibs on the head lamp and the crowbar.
[IN SAID ALTERNATE TIMELINE:]
Charlie Tunoku is a lover and a fighter.My God, it is! Grab a water bottle and call Lady Gaga, we're gonna fight him!
-Reappears, covered in kool-aid- Okay, turns out a six foot meat cleaver isn't the best substitue for a straw. By the way, I think I may have alerted the local crazies to our presence here. Either that or they just like screaming about killing the unclean one. Hard to tell with them...
I guess we could go... wherever we please.

...Uh oh. I guess we'll have to walk to the nearest gas station.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI