6:49 PM<br/><br/>With her hair sticking to her face, the young women marched on, wanting to get to somewhere to dry off, and then finish her journey in the morning. She was shivering from the cold, and the fact that her clothes were soaked. It didn't help that she wasn't extremely practically dressed, she hadn't really anticipated walking in such terrible weather. In fact, she hadn't really anticipated much, she had just supposed that she would take things as they came, and then solve problems as she ran into them. That hadn't exactly worked as well as she could have hoped for.<br/><br/>Her journey had started out fine enough. She had managed to catch a ride out of the city, and she was on her way to new and better places. That is, until her ride started getting a bit handsy. She had thought that it was a brilliant idea to just punch the guy in the mouth, and then walk the rest of the way.<br/><br/>To be perfectly fair, then the rain hadn't started yet when she got out of the car, in fact, it started only seconds ago, soaking her to the bone in that short time span. Had she known that this was what she signed up for when she exited the car, she would have stayed and just told him to keep his big, greasy hands to himself. Now she had landed herself on a long, seemingly endless, road, with the ominous sound of thunder in the background. Honestly, sometimes she thinks that her mom might've been on to something, when she had that she never thinks anything through.<br/><br/>She had just started cursing at everything and nothing, mostly nothing, she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>in the middle of nowhere after all, when she spotted an old house of sorts. It looked like something that could tumble to the ground, just by someone standing outside and blowing at it, but it was her only hope for a somewhat dry night. It also comforted her to see two cars in front of the house. One of them was neatly parked, whereas the other had clearly just broken down. She just hoped that this would mean other people, because she never really liked staying at any place too long, without having other people around. She was highly social, and she needed interaction with other people.<br/><br/>Feeling slightly better off, she started moving towards the house, even having it in herself to smile a bit. Even if the cars belonged to no one, and the house was abandoned, she would at least get the opportunity to change into something dry, and get somewhere to stay for the night, which was what she wanted the most out of this.<br/><br/>The door opened smoothly for her, which was surprising, because it seemed like no one had been in the house for ages. The woman ran a hand through her hair, looking around at house from the inside. It seemed like an old, abandoned inn, which would probably mean a lot of rooms, and hopefully a bed or two. Maybe this was just wishful thinking, but she allowed herself do dream for a bit. "Hello, is anyone here?" she called out, wanting to know if the owners of the cars were in here.