Adrian turned around and saw Heather limping rather badly. She stifled a groan and walked back to her. She offered her shoulder to the girl, taking her arm and some of her weight.
"[#4109b9 [b What about the church?]]" She said in a monotone voice as they started walking again.
Adrian didn't like churches. Always some nosey "do-gooder" trying to "save her immortal soul". She hated they way they looked at her, like she was a damn charity case. They coddled her after her parents died. They asked her many questions like "Are you okay?", "Do you need to talk?", "We are here for you." She wanted to spit in their faces. Where were they when she actually needed them. Of all the foster care parents, it was the religious ones that were the worst.
Well, all but one.
She pushed the memories from her head, knowing they would come back as they got closer to the church but for now, she just needed to focus on getting her and Heather out of this fucking trash heap. They rounded the corner and there was the door at the end of the hallway that said stairs.
"[#4109b9 [b There. That should lead us back to the ground floor.]]" She said, walking slowly so Heather could keep up. It was stressing Adrian out that they couldn't move faster. Every creek of the floor, set her nerves a blaze. All she wanted was a drink or a hit. Something to take this edge off. Why wasn't she carrying her flask? She groaned and pushed the door open for herself and Heather. They needed to hurry. She needed to get out of here before her body started to turn on her as well.
They hobbled down the stairs, their footsteps echoing up the empty stairwell as they went. The noise was like pounding in Adrian's ears. She wanted to scream shut up, making all the noise of the world go away and lock herself in a room until it was all over. But she looked over at Heather, blood died and crusting on the side of her face. Adrian turned her face forward and kept walking down. They would get out of this.
Adrian opened the lobby door once they got to it and walked out into the familiar setting.
"[#4109b9 [b There we go. Now we just need to get out of ...]]"
Adrian was cut off by a cracking. She looked up and saw a figure outlined by the dim light coming from outside the doors of the hotel. It was humanoid, with no clothes and a strange body. It's head was too long, so was it's neck, arms, legs and fingers. It kept shaking, every so often jolting to the side with a sickening crack, the body part that shot out now broken and staying in the unnatural shape.
"[#4109b9 [b What the fuck is that...]]" Adrian whispered, letting Heather down slowly. The thing opened it's mouth and Adrian saw rows of pointed yellow teeth, blackened around the edges. It let out a gurgling cry and started to hobble towards them both. Adrian pulled out her knife, her heart beating a million times a minute.
"[#4109b9 [b What is that fucking thing!?]]" She screamed, backing up against the door, her knife now open in hand. The thing cracked again and Adrian lunged forward with a scream, side stepping it and slashing it's neck. She felt her arms tingle like mad and she dropped the knife as she slid by it. She looked up and saw the side of it's neck sparking like a frayed electrical wire. It gurgled again and turned to look at Adrian. That was when she saw them, piercing electric blue eyes. They were empty, hungry and angry. She moved her arm gently and hissed at the pins and needles feeling in it. She was defenseless in front of this thing.
"[#4109b9 [b Heather!]]" She called out for help.