You wake lying on the ground in the lobby, wincing in anticipation of the wave of pain from your wound, but it never comes. You look down, the girl is gently shaking you, and your front is spattered with dark splotches of blood, but there is no hole. Gradually you work out that it's not your blood, the girl is shaking you with one hand, breathing hard with her other hand holding a towel the motel keeps behind the desk to hand out to guests to her side, her hands, her shirt and the towel are stained red.
"Are you okay...I'm sorry I hit you. I had to get you down and out of danger." she apologizes weakly, stopping the shaking now that she sees you're awake.
"Y-yeah, I think so..." you say shakily, looking around the lobby which, in the time you were asleep, had been completely turned upside down, long scorch marks marring the walls and desk, the smell of char and ozone in the air like after a lightning strike. The three people who had tried to murder you lay unconscious...maybe dead. On the tile floor. You look back at the girl who had slumped back against the desk, "Hey...you're hurt." you say rather unhelpfully.
"I-I'll be fine..." she grimaces, "can you operate one of those metal carriages?" she asked...more strangeness.
"You mean a car? Y-yeah...yeah I can." you say, almost as though you were in a dream.
"Good, we have to leave this place. More will be on the way." she said determinedly, pushing against the desk to stand. Seeing her struggle you finally snap out of your reverie helping her to her feet.
