[ Hannah cries when she finds herself in the arena.
She cries because she's lost and afraid, and because there's something like a nightmare lingering at the edge of her mind -- something terrible that she can't quite place. Hunger claws at her like a beast, so fierce that her stomach aches and she gags and wretches but there's nothing but bile.
She's shaking when she finally staggers to her feet and makes her way out into the streets. Everything here is strange and unfamiliar, and for a while she entertains the idea that she really is dreaming.
But soon a low growl up ahead startles her into a sort of hyperaware state that makes her forget how hungry and weak and confused she is. When the cat stalks into view Hannah freezes on the spot. There's something familiar about this, facing a creature that shouldn't exist, and she doesn't like it.
She turns and runs as fast she can, throwing glances over her shoulder, until she collides with someone. She clings to them but doesn't face them yet, still frantically watching for the cat. ]
We have to--
[ Her voice is hoarse and cracks from disuse so she tries smaller words, ones that are easier on her aching throat. ]
Hannah Washington / Until Dawn / spoilers imminent
not the best welcoming committee
[ Hannah cries when she finds herself in the arena.
She cries because she's lost and afraid, and because there's something like a nightmare lingering at the edge of her mind -- something terrible that she can't quite place. Hunger claws at her like a beast, so fierce that her stomach aches and she gags and wretches but there's nothing but bile.
She's shaking when she finally staggers to her feet and makes her way out into the streets. Everything here is strange and unfamiliar, and for a while she entertains the idea that she really is dreaming.
But soon a low growl up ahead startles her into a sort of hyperaware state that makes her forget how hungry and weak and confused she is. When the cat stalks into view Hannah freezes on the spot. There's something familiar about this, facing a creature that shouldn't exist, and she doesn't like it.
She turns and runs as fast she can, throwing glances over her shoulder, until she collides with someone. She clings to them but doesn't face them yet, still frantically watching for the cat. ]
We have to--
[ Her voice is hoarse and cracks from disuse so she tries smaller words, ones that are easier on her aching throat. ]
Go! Run!