Mansion. Abandoned town. Beatrice took a slow, deep breath, and tried to focus on information provided. "I saw some names on the network." She stopped reading when she realized the contents of the published post were originally private. Someone had made that post. Someone brought them here.
Her hands first rose to tuck her hair back behind her ears; a nervous habit. Beatrice then crossed her arms in front of her chest, shoulders hunched. It all sounded like some weird "--reality show. This is just..." Before she allowed herself to tear up, the sentence faded with a head shake. As she asked the next question, her stomach rumbled loudly. "How many of.. of us are there?"