She woke up in a cold sweat, hungrier and more terrified them she could remember. Her body jerked upwards, and calmed a bit when she saw Bear sitting in front of her bed, staring hard at the door as if someone was going to come bursting in. She tensed a little bit when she saw how tight his muscles were, as he was on heavy alert, his ears perked. She took in a deep breath, and noticed some water and food next to her bedside. She gulped it all down, hoping it would bring her energy, but little did she realize all she needed was this adrenaline kick she was suddenly in.
Her dream. The Nightmare was back, if only for a moment. A quick warning. He almost had features in his face. It sent chills down her spine.
She stood, Her thigh was still fairly tender, but she could walk on it. Bear had yet to move his body, only a glance with his eyes but his face remained fixed.
She changed her clothes, noticing she was still wearing her bloody clothing and how rank it was. Her shower was quick. Literally a rinse to get the stink of blood and b.o. off. Putting her tail in a pony, throwing on her red hat, a pair of black cargos a sweatshirt and her army boots, and she was almost ready. A growing intensity in her gut made her want to hurry. She grabbed her shotgun, her bloody machete, and a few hidden knives before she felt comfortable with leaving her room.
The aura of the cafe was off. Something was definitely not right.
Bear stood right at the door, his head low as if he were ready to pounce on something
(lmao Wyatt!)