Alyssa Scarlett
Alone on the bed she sat, taking in what little information she received from Blake in the Holding Cells. Other than that, she had a strange calm warped around her, as if the idea of venturing out there, into the depths of madness, did not frighten her. Maybe it was because she had stayed here for so long, the true idea of fear never reached her. She had no idea what it was like.
Fear and death were out there, tag team partners in this hellish world. Now she would know that for the first time.
Just to make sure she was as safe as possible, she went into her drawers, where she found her trusty switchblade. It may not do much damage, but going out there, alone, was better than nothing. Her stun gun, from her father, was also going with her. They would be the two weapons she would need out there. On the flip side of that token, she wondered who she would meet out there, and she hoped that boy she was looking for was still alive. It would really suck if he was dead.
She turned back to look at her room; she hoped she would be able to see it again. But before that...
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