Whoever this jackass was had clearly made his point. She saw no reason for him to leave a note now, and didn't see one nearby. Lia pushed her hair back from her face, determination setting itself across her slender face, her lips pursed as she fought against the mixture of emotions coursing themselves through her veins. The blood dried against her skin and clothes as well, leaving her aching to brush the black crust off her.<br/><br/>At this point, no drink was going to be strong enough to deal with what was to come.<br/><br/>Her gaze drifting around the room, which had only moments before been filled with blood and corpses, was bare, clean. The only evidence that the blood hadn't been a hallucination, was the fact that blood and the feel of the corpse's hands against her was still there, haunting over her like a foreboding cloud, only making her dread increase as seconds grew to minutes.<br/><br/>She shook her head, realizing just what they had started to head down the stairs for, and pulled her gun up in front of her, turning the safety off and making sure there were bullets before silently treading across the wooden flooring of the cabin, her shoes squelching in a disgusting way across the smooth wood.<br/><br/>The snow was still dropping, piling increasingly high at a rapid pace, strangely, given its descent seemed slower than what would lead to the snow being so high, up to the knees. Her heartbeat picked up, thoughts and a sense of unease crawling up her spine and tugging her attention away into unrealistic things, making her lose her focus.