Mona tries to recover from the journey so far.

Seated on top of the toilet lid, Mona was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Though she couldn't exactly relax especially after the loss of her only weapon, this place seemed to be at least a bit less immediately life threatening.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, the full brunt of exhaustion and pain started to set in. Despite this, she was smart enough to realize that walking around with a bunch of open wounds was probably a bad idea. Looking around the tiny space, about the only thing she could find to help her clean up was a mostly full roll of toilet paper hanging across from her.

A bit dusty but otherwise looking more or less sanitary, she wiped off some of the blood from her legs and pressed a wad of it against some of her cuts until they stopped actively bleeding. The more pressing matter would be her shoulder, though, given how deep the wound was.

She pulled off one arm of her jacket before gingerly sliding it down the other, using some of the toilet paper to clean off the mirror above the sink as best she could to take a look at things. Almost her entire arm was coated bright red, bite marks evident in the mangled flesh. Poking at it like a fool, she winced at even the slightest contact.

Twisting the handle, the pipes groaned a bit before sputtering out a few blasts of water, then settling into a slow stream. She let it run for a few second, noting that there wasn't any kind of odor and the water itself seemed clear enough. Splashing her hand through it, she concluded it seemed safe enough to use, wetting some of the paper to wipe off some of the blood.

Though her arm remained a bit rusty in color, she was at least in a bit better shape than before as slow as this whole process was taking. She searched the few drawers she could find below the sink, but the only thing of note was an old toothbrush she figured might be worth keeping. As such, her only real option to deal with her wounds right now was to fold up as many sheets of toilet paper as she could and slide them under the strap of her top, hoping they could at least slow the flow of blood before she passed out or got some kind of infection.

Noticing a bottle of hand soap beside the sink, she remembered something she'd seen in a video once. Squirting a dollop of soap onto some more toilet paper, she removed her glasses and rubbed it all over her lenses, leaving them to dry on top of the toilet as she cleaned some of the dried residue of whatever those creatures used for blood off her jacket. After a few minutes, she buffed the soap from her lenses before restoring her ability to see.

Though she was far from ready, she couldn't spend much more time in here. If something decided to attack her while in these cramped quarters while she had nothing to defend herself, that would certainly be the end of her.

Shoulder still aching, she opened the door to the bathroom, finding herself emerging onto the streets of Silent Hill once more. How that was possible wasn't exactly clear, but she'd learned to stop asking those kinds of questions. The good news was that her glasses trick seemed to be working, her glasses finally staying clear despite the humidity swirling around her.

Who would be waiting for her except for the man she met when first entering town. Now far less patient, she stomped over to him and demanded answers. "What's going on here?" she asked, not daring to take her eyes off him in case he pulled another disappearing act like last time.

Instead of a real reply, the man just smiled. "I'm surprised you made it," he said after a few moments, attempting to walk around her in circles only to be continually cut off by Mona not wanting to put up with his nonsense a second time. "Do you think it's working?"

"Stop talking like that!" she demanded. "I don't know what's happening. What are those things that keep trying to kill me? What's wrong with this town? Why won't you just give me answers?"

Everything she said seemed to amuse the man, a fact that only made her more upset. "You'll figure it out eventually. But I guess you've earned something." Without any warning, he reached behind him and pulled out a pistol, Mona stepping back fearfully. Spinning it in his hand to grab it by the barrel, he held it out to her. "You can probably find something like this in another place, but I'll just give it to you now."

She'd never even seen a gun before let alone held one. Even so, the utility of something like this couldn't be ignored in this place. Reluctantly, she took the weapon from him and looked it over to pretend like she knew what she was doing. Unsure of what to do with it after that, she continued to hold it in her right hand.

"I don't think I'll help you again," he told her, the mist growing thicker as he said this. "You're on your own from here on out."

"Wait!" she called out as he began to walk backwards, almost seeming to evaporate into the fog. "Who are you?" There was no response, the man having escaped just as quickly as he came in. Despite this, she felt like she somehow knew the answer, a name appearing in her head just a clearly as if he'd told her after all – Sable.

A fast update since I felt like getting things going again. Mona's probably in need of a health drink.

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