Arms Hotel - Room 312 - Sunday Morning
Renee was lounging in bed. Ignoring the weird hotel owner, but still keeping a gun under her pillow in case, and just relaxing for the morning.
She really should get up soon and go hunt down the Sheriff.
She should.
Her phone beeped with a voicemail. Who the hell called her? She grabbed the phone to check.
"Oh shit."
[[Establishy!]]
She really should get up soon and go hunt down the Sheriff.
She should.
Her phone beeped with a voicemail. Who the hell called her? She grabbed the phone to check.
"Oh shit."
[[Establishy!]]