Hannah's Bed and Breakfast/Tunnels (??? World)
She awakens, unaware of when she blacked out. The room is the same, but there's a dripping sound from the bathroom.
It's larger than she expected. Ink spatters the floor, running down from the scribbles on the wall, from cracks in the ceiling. A watery, red liquid offsets it, along with faint reflections of the softly glowing, familiar symbol.
Her stomach sinks. She didn't draw that. She knows she's never been here before. But this is the first time she's ever seen it not by her hand.
Her legs move on their own, carrying her toward the symbol and the serenely smiling woman above it.
Red droplets ooze down from the symbol to mingle with the black liquid filling the tub below. She stares down into it, head feeling fuzzy.
"What the fuck..."
Bubbles burst up from below, and she jumps back, knife out and ready.
Nothing attacks. With a hollow slurp, the ink whirlpools down, leaving thin stains on the grubby sides.
After a few moments of absolute stillness, Amber steps forward, peering down.
A large hole. A ladder. Her flashlight picks out distant but solid ground beneath.
With the sort of logic that happens in dreams, she descends.
Walls. Hallways. More ink dripping from the ceiling, squelching beneath her steps.
Another clipping greets her, sitting on an old crate.
"Lakeside..." she mutters.
She walks, following the single, twisting corridor, no idea where she is in relation to her street map. If she's anywhere; this kind of place couldn't be under that house. Especially not with the occasional ceiling grating allowing fog-filtered light to drift down.
Burn victims... Alchemilla... Jane Does...
The squelching under her shoes becomes splashing as the floor slopes downward. She frowns and hesitates, but can't seem to find any better way. Or any OTHER way. She rolls up her jeans and wades on, past cracking walls and barred doors.
August 5... She digs out the documents from the hospital. August 5.
There's only one path, still; Everything else is barred off, like rows of cages or cells.
burns- entire body
lakeside
Lakeside
you gotta go to the lakeside, OK?
South Park leads to the Lakeside district, according to the map.
We'll wait for you.
She only had one path. Even on the streets, she only really had one path. One way out of the maze.
Her heart is banging on her chest. Her breath hisses through her teeth.
It's a trap. That's all it's ever been. A trap, from the second she got out of the bus, and now she's lost Rachel and she'll never see anyone again.
Except Johnny and that woman.
"Fuck it." She has weapons. She shot something person-shaped before.
And she isn't going to die. Her mother raised her better than that.
She's getting out. There is no other option.
There's a ladder ahead, reaching up from the sloshing tunnel.
It's larger than she expected. Ink spatters the floor, running down from the scribbles on the wall, from cracks in the ceiling. A watery, red liquid offsets it, along with faint reflections of the softly glowing, familiar symbol.
Her stomach sinks. She didn't draw that. She knows she's never been here before. But this is the first time she's ever seen it not by her hand.
Her legs move on their own, carrying her toward the symbol and the serenely smiling woman above it.
Red droplets ooze down from the symbol to mingle with the black liquid filling the tub below. She stares down into it, head feeling fuzzy.
"What the fuck..."
Bubbles burst up from below, and she jumps back, knife out and ready.
Nothing attacks. With a hollow slurp, the ink whirlpools down, leaving thin stains on the grubby sides.
After a few moments of absolute stillness, Amber steps forward, peering down.
A large hole. A ladder. Her flashlight picks out distant but solid ground beneath.
With the sort of logic that happens in dreams, she descends.
Walls. Hallways. More ink dripping from the ceiling, squelching beneath her steps.
Another clipping greets her, sitting on an old crate.
"Lakeside..." she mutters.
She walks, following the single, twisting corridor, no idea where she is in relation to her street map. If she's anywhere; this kind of place couldn't be under that house. Especially not with the occasional ceiling grating allowing fog-filtered light to drift down.
Burn victims... Alchemilla... Jane Does...
The squelching under her shoes becomes splashing as the floor slopes downward. She frowns and hesitates, but can't seem to find any better way. Or any OTHER way. She rolls up her jeans and wades on, past cracking walls and barred doors.
August 5... She digs out the documents from the hospital. August 5.
There's only one path, still; Everything else is barred off, like rows of cages or cells.
burns- entire body
lakeside
Lakeside
you gotta go to the lakeside, OK?
South Park leads to the Lakeside district, according to the map.
We'll wait for you.
She only had one path. Even on the streets, she only really had one path. One way out of the maze.
Her heart is banging on her chest. Her breath hisses through her teeth.
It's a trap. That's all it's ever been. A trap, from the second she got out of the bus, and now she's lost Rachel and she'll never see anyone again.
Except Johnny and that woman.
"Fuck it." She has weapons. She shot something person-shaped before.
And she isn't going to die. Her mother raised her better than that.
She's getting out. There is no other option.
There's a ladder ahead, reaching up from the sloshing tunnel.