Alex was hesitant at listening at first, still trying to get a grip on reality before a hellish nightmare ensured in her mind. She, saw hell? Or something close to it, whatever it was - it was daunting, a fever dream or something worse? Paralyzed, in a mental sense she continued to be behind the Detective. A savage fucking reality she was in, it was just her, the gangster and the detective. Her heart hurt, it was racing with anxiety and other feelings that could only be described as not good.  Her knees a bit shakey, adrenaline started to pump through her body. 

Man reality just got fucked sideways.

Would god really leave the forsaken in this begotten of death that was so apparent before them, horror never felt so real to Alex. Maybe the films see watched early as a child were only a small portion of how truly a human soul could tremble before an ungodly and demonic sight that was that hellspawn out in the hallway. Hope seemed fickle but with Trisha in front of her, she knew there could be a chance - a change in the tides. It was uncertain what a gun could do against such a horrid creature but when hope was out of sight those who held onto it could always spot it, even in the darkest hours.

Hope always brought a smile to her face but in troubling times, like in the past hope is slippery - something you can't grab onto until it's too late. Still processing the ever-changing situation they were in she wondered if today would be her last. Of course, that seemed like the plan, die at the hands of a monster but something felt off. Maybe it was god's plan to put them in such a troubling situation, a challenge within a challenge. Regardless, god or not nothing would ever be the same after this.