Re: Quicklog, Hotel: Neil D, Lou D, Cris M
Louis followed, fast as he could, hesitating only a moment on the balls of his feet before running through, gaining enough momentum that there was no opportunity to get cold feet. This was too important to be afraid of.
Inside the door - well, inside was outside. They were on a bridge shrouded in fog and mist, so thick that the road ahead was only visible for ten or twenty feet. A sign loomed over them announcing the name of the town, Silent Hill. Beyond the railing that lined the road, the gap could have been a ditch or the side of a sheer cliff - the fog was so thick that it was impossible to tell.
Louis turned back to look at the other two, swinging his backpack from his shoulder to pull out the flashlight. It was day, but it seemed right to have it close to hand.