Riddles in the Dark || Gwen and Jo
Gwen's blog was probably the second most frustrating thing in the world. On top of everything else, she still had yet to announce and remedy the false PSA someone had managed to hack in and post to it. In truth, the food was fine, only diminishing quickly. When the resources ran out entirely, they'd be in a different sort of trouble. Thankfully, at the very least, she still had bullets. Gwen examined her trusty Beretta. It had taken her some time to start thinking of the weapon as her own rather than the gun that had once belonged to Jim Moriarty. Her old Sig Pro was still in Jack's custody and her pride kept her from asking for it back a second time, so this would have to do.
She'd used the blog as a tool to vent her exasperation and unexpectedly found some assistance rather than any more attacks or questions. Jo Harvelle was promising. She carried herself with a purpose and just like Gwen, she'd come prepared. Truth be told, Gwen still owed the woman a favour after their last encounter. She was partially hoping that the promise of adventure would be a step toward that. The sounds coming from beneath the floor had been chilling at first. With so many missing people to consider, she'd feared for a minute that someone had gotten trapped down there. The idea was dismissed quickly enough as the sounds persisted. It was smaller and more excitable than a human.
The growl that followed a minute later was unnerving so Gwen resolved to wait before going in alone. She didn't need to become another casualty. She was stood at the back wall of the station, visible from the entrance at just in front of a door that would led to some storage. Further down was the crawlspace under the building that might have been an unfinished basement. Gwen frowned, more disgusted than afraid at this point. She looked up when a sound came from the front of the station rather than the space beneath it and she even managed a smile.
