...And jolts awake on a bed in the middle of what she’s pretty sure is a confusingly well equipped and kind of seedy motel room.
She sits up sharply, her skull pounding, and actually lifts her hands to grab at her head like that will do anything.
The fuck?
Did her parents pick her up and they went to a motel instead of home? Where’s her backpack? Where’s her suitcase? Where’s her mom?
Willa scoots to the edge of the tidily made bed, gets to her feet and has to put out a hand to balance as the world spins.
“Mom..?” Nothing. She tries one door, finds the bathroom, and finds the exit on her second attempt. Not to a motel front or a hallway, but to a landing with stairs heading down. She eyeballs it suspiciously. “Ok, we’re going into Silent Hill territory.”
Still, she descends, tense and nervous and with no idea why.
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...And jolts awake on a bed in the middle of what she’s pretty sure is a confusingly well equipped and kind of seedy motel room.
She sits up sharply, her skull pounding, and actually lifts her hands to grab at her head like that will do anything.
The fuck?
Did her parents pick her up and they went to a motel instead of home? Where’s her backpack? Where’s her suitcase? Where’s her mom?
Willa scoots to the edge of the tidily made bed, gets to her feet and has to put out a hand to balance as the world spins.
“Mom..?” Nothing. She tries one door, finds the bathroom, and finds the exit on her second attempt. Not to a motel front or a hallway, but to a landing with stairs heading down. She eyeballs it suspiciously. “Ok, we’re going into Silent Hill territory.”
Still, she descends, tense and nervous and with no idea why.