He's in his yearly twenties, newly married, he was talking to one of the other guards about the baby on the way, that was right before the crash.
The women walked out into the road like there wasn't a busy the name she would be recognized by was Karen, she had been one of three survivors of the Shepperd Orphanage.
The crash was sudden, jaring, the young guard lies on the road, life slowly slipping from him as he stares up at the man above him. On his belt still hang the keys to Frank's cuffs.
Screams from persons who where in the crashes and nears the crashes are defining. No one sees Frank and the guard.
Then he starts first aid on the guard. "Little help here!" He yelled, applying pressure to the wound. Well, this just sucks. Why couldn't it have been one of the sadistic little pricks he would happily have helped on his way to hell?
The guard will try and say something but nothing comes out of his mouth. Someone who was just driving up will get out of his car he will come over to Frank and the Guard. "Oh man... what happened?" He asks seeming a little shocked.
"I'm a doctor. Do you have a first aid kit? And get your car out of the way before you get hit - this is just going to get worse." Frank had ... nothing. Not even shoelaces, he was lucky they let him have socks, frankly, he'd been pretty ... well, inventive.
"You have a knife, anything? I need to cut this off and i need to cut some strips for a compress."
The man will head back to his car very quickly and then move it off the side of the road he shuffles around a little he is getting on the panic side and then he heads over to one of the cars that crashed the trunk has been popped open and he runs over with a medical Kit.
"Here" He says and kneels down next to you and the guard.
"Great, thanks. Can you apply pressure here while i get this open? If you can't, just say so now and just open the kit for me and set it right next to his hip, near my knee."
He was already looking for that other guard. He should at least know first aid. But also ... he didnt' want to get caught with the cuffs off while he could help this kid.
The Man will do as he's told. "Is it normal? I know people are screaming but it feels so.. D-mn quiet..." He will leave the open kit near Franks Knee and get ready to take over. He is nervous, he's sweating. shock seems to be helping him through.
There are more prisoners on the loose, most of the other guards have run off to go round them up except the bus driver who's lying under the bus eyes half closed.
"Cripes... how many people are hurt here...?" Frank looked at the buss driver. wait. what the hell was he doing *under* the bus? how the hell did he get there?
"Don't worry about the noise - it'll be okay. People get quiet when they're working." He got the compress in place.
"Okay. Apply pressure here. Okay? The bleeding will stop almost immeadiatly and you'll be saving his life. I need to check on that guy under the freaking bus, then i'll come see if i can get a pressure bandage fastened on him. All you have to do is lean here on this wad of gauze, alright? You'll do great." He made sure the guy was leaning in the right spot and wasn't going to be passing out. Then off to check on the driver, keeping a shred of focus on his patient and helper.
When he moves over the the Bus Driver he looks over at Frank and he says in a glum manner, "I can't feel my legs. Are you escaping?" He asks in a matter a fact manner like he's not completely comprehending the world around him.
"No. I was a doctor before I became a murderer. I can't leave people who need help when they've done me no wrong." He'll squeeze under and have a look to see how bad the guy is. "How'd you get under here?"
"I remember some spinning." Says the bus driver and shakes his head a little. "I feel very tired... So ... " He says his eyes are mostly closed. "Guess with a few exceptions you take that oath pretty serious."
"They killed my wife. I take *all* my vows seriously." Wiggle wiggle to get in and see what was up with the fella's legs. ... he really hopes they're still there.
The driver is silent for a moment there is a sound of sirens in the background. "You shoulder run." He says in a vague distant manner, "My wallet's in my left back pocket and there's a spare change of clothes in my gym bag it was under the front seat." he says looking at Frank sleepily.
".... You're probably right - but i have patients. And ... are you leaving me, buddy? If you are, I'll sing for you, but if you want to stay - I'll stay and help you." Frank spoke with a rare gentleness. He'd helped men die before
"I'm just very tired... " The man says and closes his eyes as the sirens grow closer, the others around in the mass chaos don't notices one more death amounts all the tragedy
Frank murmurs an angry noise - he was so little comfort to this guy - and he whispers a protection prayer over the man - but he will take the gift offered to him before going to check on his other patient. thinking of where he can go if he manages to actually get the hell out of here.
* Obtained Bus Driver's Wallet -Use -Examine -Combine
After getting the wallet from the bus driver who has passed on Frank realizes that he knows this area, he grew up in this area. this is very close to Silent Hill.
The Ambulance arrives first EMTs hopping out quickly.
Frank flags the EMTs and points at the young guard where he lies, with the good samaratin holding in his blood. Shouts clear and concise diagnosis and orders - EMTs tend to reflexively obey doctors who sound like they know what htey're talking about, even if they're dressed as bunnies - don't ask how Frank knows this - and then runs into the bus to grab the bag. Grab any jacket if he sees one - something to cover the prisoner's jumper - and see if there's a weapon available - but he's not ready to try to shoot it out with one of the big shotguns - he'll take a chain if he can get it though - lot of uses for a length of chain.
Then off in the confusion - an alley would be nice, even behind a van, but he's not going to get caught in the bus changing clohtes. he wants to be far from line of sight - if the EMTs are here, there will be cops crawling all over in force shortly. He's surprized they aren't here already but a good EMT always knows all the shortcuts.
Franks is actually on the freeway and not in a town at the moment so he makes it down into the wood with ease he also manages to grab the bag, however there doesn't seem to be a length of chain.
The EMTs are more interested in helping the injured then running after criminals and the other escapees are probably keeping the guards and local police busy giving Frank times to study his surroundings.
and the wallet and contents of the bag of course are some of the first things he wants to check out.
(alas for american prisoners, lol, we use so much chain on them...)
Well, one good thing about silent hill - they didn't used to like outsiders so much - cops from out of town wouldn't be very welcome. Conversely - he wasn't so sure he'd not be counted as anything but an outsider, himself.
Clothes changed (cap on his head, sunglasses on if theere are any) he will check around a little and then head where he thinks the old town is. bloodied jumper rolled up over the blood and crammed in the bag - he'll dispose of it later. Old habits - especially survival habits - die hard and he walks where his tracks will be least likely to show.
The air is starting to get a little on the foggy side, soon Frank begins to come along a cemetery the fog is getting very thick and it's even starting to snow, which is very odd since the weather was warm.
Frank remembers vaguely some sorry about fog, snow and a vengeful spirit from his grandfather, but that was so long ago. . .
Frank keeps that chain in hand - loosely wrapped for now. "Trapped in a Lewis Carrol novel." Frank muttered. Vengeful spirit ... that wasn't wendigo, was it? Wendigo was a hungry spirit... The reservation. He'd have to get back to the reservation. they'd take him in and no one would ever see him again. He could make contact here - if he could get a phone number that wasn't some freakin' white-eye official, anyway. Cemeteries weren't good places to hang out. All the modern training in the world could not get rid of the dread of pissed off angry dead people who didn't want intruders around.
