His Savior closed thread with savethechesters
A young woman rode down the back roads of the continental united States in a custom mustang. She had rebuilt her from the ground up after she had bought her from a scrap yard. She came around a corner, hitting the radio to keep herself awake. There was a report of a nest of demons in the next town, making her eyes flash golden in anger.
She yawned again. It had been at least three days since she had slept correctly. She reached over, pulling her phone out of her pocket and pulled up the nearest motel. She quickly made a reservation and tossed her phone into the passenger seat.
About an hour later, she pulled into the parking lot of the motel and stopped by the office to grab her key. She paid in cash, as always, she never left a trail. She was like smoke in the air, which is how she earned her nickname, the golden eyed panther.
She grabbed her key and headed to her room, noticing a black impalla near her room, but didn’t think anything of it as she parked next to it and cut the engine. She stepped out, heading into her room, but not before grabbing her bag out of the trunk first.