Re: TWD: Clem/Beau/Tess
[Tess heard voices, but that didn't do much the quell the tension that was brewing in her. This wasn't her place. Wasn't Shane's. Wasn't anyone's she knew, and she tiptoed around it carefully as she tried to make some kind of sense of what was going on. She doubted she'd come out on top though. This was the hotel's doing, after all.
She followed the sounds of people up the stairs, her hand coming up to rest on the side of her bag, pressing it to her hip while her free hand adjusted the strap slung diagonally across her body. She felt for the familiar weight of the handgun there, a precaution she had taken to keeping with her fro the past few weeks, as the situation with her family and the Murphys kept escalating. She didn't recognize the two voices, though, and kept her hand close to the flap until the very last second she needed it.]
Hello? [Her voice wasn't loud but it still echoed against the ruinous walls of the house. Her foot creaked on a stair and she slid it back, shoe scuffling on the wood.]