Ever since the pizza parlor incident, Lisa had resolved never to speak to one of Marrowood's residents ever again; if she could help it, she wouldn't even look at them directly. At least, not in the face. However, Ben still wasn't showing up, and every day she woke up in that god-forsaken hotel where her bed sheets flew into the air at night and danced a waltz around the room, she haunted the hallways listening for his voice before venturing out into the rest of the Nightmare. Just to look.
It hadn't been going well. After at least five hours of wandering the town, being followed by more disembodied footsteps, having her hair combed by invisible fingers, and seeing disproportionate humanoid things in her peripheral vision, Lisa's feet hurt, but her heart hurt more. She sat herself on a bench along the sidewalk in the square, her head in her hands braced on her knees. She was weak from not eating enough of the substandard glop they called 'complimentary meals', and her sleep had been pitiful. When was she going to wake up from this night-terror?
Apparently not yet. What she knew as tornado sirens suddenly split the air, which somehow managed to get even heavier than before. Lisa sat up straight, looking at the sky and on the horizon. It had almost been sun-down, and that was a heart attack in it's own right, especially when the dark started moving in a hell of a lot faster than it should have.
Lisa stood up from the bench, her knees already shaking when she saw the first 'resident' vanish. It stopped her breath- then the second made her gasp. Her stomach was already starting to digest herself, and the first thing she recognized as sanity was a voice in her head that screamed:
Run!
RUN!
It wasn't her voice. A blur of real, actual movement caught her eyes and they latched on to a pair of jeans and dark hair. Lisa did not have to be told twice; she was shoulder and shoulder with the other woman in five steps.