After getting back to the bar Ellinor finds once again Chloe absent. She huffs looking at the bouncer for a moment who gives an awkward kind of shrug. Moving over to warm up, maybe perhaps even dry up some in front of the wood burner she sits down on the floor and pulls out the notepad from her backpack. For a moment she sits looking through it then uses a pencil to fill in what she can of the eights on the page that has a map of the island. Along with the name ‘Philth’ in a small circle drawn on the wall. It was no wonder the owner of this journal before her hadn’t put anything in there about the eights. Was probably the most secure place on the island. They were perhaps not as dumb as Ellinor had originally thought. After a few she sifts through the journal snagging a usable piece of paper with a few sketches of .. whatever the hell they were. To write a note. She examined the sketches for a moment, figuring it was an elaborate tribal design of some sort.

“C.

Would you fucking stay in one place? I’ve been out looking all over for you. I’m starting to lose my shit. I managed to snag us a rabbit, and in the process almost get snagged by a zed. I’m alright. Random gun wielding guy gave me a place to clean up and dress the wound. Got a chance to see this place called the ‘Eights’. Also, found a pocket in my bag. I think you’ll like what I found. There’s a fucking map and some names written in there. Might be useful or just.. random garbage.

From what I hear there are a lot of people that have gone missing recently. So some of these names are probably obsolete or pointless. But couldn’t hurt to read more and see if we can use the info in something we plan up. Will talk more about that later. Might have a use in this Phillip guy that helped me out. Bit of work, I’m sure he could be a great asset. We’ll see.

Girl, I hope you’re alright. This is getting a bit too hit and miss for me. I think this is the longest we haven’t been within arms reach… ”

The letter stops short as she is caught off guard by a gust of wind blowing into the bar and sending a few things scattering and crashing. She folds up the paper and moves to the bouncer.

“You staying here?” He shrugs and nods. “Give this to Chloe.” she offers him a fair bit of change and he glares at her.

“I’m not a fucking messenger. Leave it at the bar.” he says gruffly. Clearly smart and not trusting the woman nor take shit from her. She glares from behind her rain spotted aviators for a moment then moves to the bar being sure to give it to the woman there. After a moment longer she sighs and heads back out into the storm. Where her face and hands were exposed, was already turning bright red from the rain that had pelted her face at high velocity. She wouldn’t be able to do this much more, and eventually found a place deeper inland where it was somewhat dry and safe from the gusting winds.. she would have to stay here.. the storm was too much now to continue her searching for her friend. All she could do was hope Chloe hadn’t been carried away by the storm, or attacked and lost in the storm.