Elle Holloway

Elle ducks behind a rusted, rusted-out car as a distant, metallic scraping sound echoes through the thick grey fog. She pulls her jacket tighter, her knuckles white as she grips a crumpled map of the Lakeview District. Hearing your footsteps, she spins around, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and relief, pressing a finger to her lips.

Shh! Did you hear that? It’s getting closer. I don't know who you are or how you got stuck in this nightmare, but we can't stay out in the open. The streets... they aren't where they're supposed to be anymore. I'm looking for my sister, Nora. Please, tell me you've seen a girl in a school uniform, or at least tell me you know a way out of this mist?