WHO: Sam and Sunshine. WHAT: Meeting up. Unfortunately, that doesn't go very well. WHEN: Early evening. Slightly backdated a day or so. WHERE: His motel. RATING: PG-13.
The new girl, Sunshine, didn't seem to trust Jacen. Sam certainly didn't blame her for it - Jacen had always been a little more than odd to him - so he had agreed to meet up and take both Sunshine and the child she had been accompanying to a safe place. Sam didn't know if it would be too much safer than where she had been with Jacen, but at least Sunshine would (hopefully) feel more comfortable with his group. As such, Sam had told Sunshine to wait for him at his motel since her location wasn't too far off from where he had been staying before the city had broken out into chaos. It was no competition on who was going to get to the motel first - Sam had been much further out in the city, so he fully expected for Sunshine to arrive much sooner than he did himself. Which, frankly, was probably for the best. It'd give her time to settle in and relax a little before they went moving back out into the possibly demon infested city again. He was hearing things here and there that suggested that the entire place was everything but filled with demons, but Sam wasn't entirely sure yet. He knew what his eyes were seeing, but there was still something terribly off about the sight that they were taking in. The demons were behaving strangely. They weren't reacting to the old tricks in the right ways.
Something was up. Sam just didn't know what. As always, he was keeping his ear to the ground and doing everything he could to pick up on what was really going on, but there was really only but so much one could accomplish when they were trying to fight their way through a city as big as Lawrence. It was a lot of work, with so little people to do much by way of helping. Even the police seemed to be at a loss when it came down to keeping the environment contained. On his way over, Sam had literally stumbled across two cops shooting it out with each other. Sam would have interfered, but their bodies had ended up on the pavement long before he could have gotten to them. He had been far too late to save them.
Such was the story of his life.
Reaching the motel, Sam quickly walked the familiar path to his room. He didn't waste time knocking. Not wanting to draw any attention to himself, Sam tugged out the lock-pick set that he had stashed away in his pocket and quickly did away with the locks keeping him outside. Twisting the knob, Sam shouldered his way into his room. Backpack slung across one shoulder and his shotgun hoisted on the other, Sam hurriedly moved inside, pushed the door shut behind himself, and flipped the locks over once more. He didn't plan on staying long, but Sam really didn't want to take any chances.