The two of you run quickly to the largest building you can find. A wooden sign hangs outside the door, reading "Howling Beast Inn". You burst through the front door, panicked, slamming it behind you.
It's a large building, but largely unnoccupied. It seems a couple of the other girls from the ferry found their way here, as you can hear the barmaid tiredly explaining that there's no phone service on the island.
A couple of older men sit at the bar, their backs turned mostly towards you and Becky. They seem to be rather preoccupied with their drinks.
At the end of the bar, the two girls from the ferry are mulling around, being closely watched by the barmaid, a large blonde woman who appears to be in her thirties.
There are a few tables scattered around the large room, which are mostly unnoccupied. At one table sits a man, young looking, probably twenty at most. At another sits a woman, dressed almost gypsy-like, who appears to be in her late twenties.
"Shit, Jen," Becky asks, "What should we do now?"