Last hope
He left; Wesley just left her here in the middle of a fucking sewer to die. Asshole. Of course he did give her some advice, before walking away. The scene from a few moments ago is still playing in her head. ‘Now you disappear. You get patched up and leave town.” “Turn tail and run?” ”That thing won’t quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is dead. Go underground. Change your name Don’t make its job easy.’ So ok it seemed like a crazy idea, and yet here she was throwing everything she owned into two suitcases. After she packed everything up she threw it in her trunk. She'd managed to get the wound in her side to stop bleeding sand patched up, but she’s not sure how long it'll last until it starts bleeding through the fresh bandages. She got in the car and just started driving. After what seemed like hours Lilah finally made it out to the very outskirts of Los Angeles. She had no idea where to go, so just kept driving south. Several days later and chewing out her informant Carlos, he’d managed to track Lindsey down to a decent sized house in the middle of the bayou. Wesley's words still ringing in her ears. ‘That thing won’t quit until everyone at Wolfram & Hart is dead.’ He was right she was the only one left alive from the LA branch other than Lindsey of course and she had no idea how long that might last. So now here she is on a dirt road in the middle of fucking nowhere, otherwise known as the Louisiana bayou. To make matters worse, she passed the last small town a few miles ago. She’s been driving from LA to this god forsaken place for three days straight. And the scenery hasn’t really changed all that much. Lilah swears a girl could die out here, there’s nothing around for miles except fucking creepy swamps And more dirt roads, that go on forever. She finally found the house Carlos had mentioned and drove into the driveway, before parking the car and getting out. “Here goes nothing..” She muttered as she walked up to the door and after taking a deep breath she knocked on the door.
(Open to Lindsey)