Victoria had managed to elude her 'owners' and was finally free of the trafficking she had been so unfortunate to be trapped in. She quickly gathered a few things, 3 outfits consisting of jeans, tops, cardigans, shoes, a tooth brush, etc. She got her pistol and her knife. Tori quickly threw her belongings in a bag and left the dumpy motel in which she had been trapped for long. Tori pulled her hood over her head as she stepped out of the hell she had been in. She left behind drugs and pain.<br/><br/>Tori made her way down the street with her head down and her hood pulled over her head. She managed to scrape up some money to get on a train. The train cackled down the tracks. Tori fell asleep with the rocking of the train. The first time she had slept peacefully in ages. She awoke to the screeching of the brakes and the train's bumpy halt. Tori was dropped off at dark, hot, rainy stop. The light at the stop was flickering and there was nothing on the road but an abandoned gas station and the old dilapidated train station. Tori walked down this old road for a while. She Finally came up to a side road that looked decrepit and falling apart. It had no sign and the trees seemed to reach out for you. To no surprise, there was nothing down this road either, or so she had thought.<br/><br/>Much to her surprise, she came across an old abandoned inn. "Probably some homeless people in here. Better get my knife." Tori pulled her knife out of it's case and walk up the long, eerie drive. The drive was sloppy and full of holes. The inn looked to be ancient. "<span style="font-style: italic">atleast its a roof."</span>She thought while her eyes skimmed the inn and she took a deep breath. The lightening making it seem that much more haunting.<br/><br/>Tori walked up to the door, it creaked open and the wind sent leaves into the Inn. Upon shutting the door, Tori noticed some bags sitting by the door. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room. She tightened her grip on the knife and raised it slightly. She walked as quietly as she could into the inn. The floors squeaked and groaned and it was hard to see.<span style="font-style: italic">'i didn't know i would need to pack a flash light</span>' She thought. The lightening illuminated the inn slightly every now and again. The thunder rattled the house. Tori's heartbeat crept up in speed. Her adrenaline was starting to release. She tightened her jaw. The windows were clad with a milky residue and could barely been seen out of. The shadows of trees dancing about. She creeped around first floor scoping it out, trying to see who the potential owner of the bags were.