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Alison tore her eyes away from the door for the first time since running out in horror to look at the man standing in front of her. “I-I was-” before she could stammer out more than those few words the man who had been arguing with Grant grabbed his shoulder.

“Don't you turn your back on me!” It wasn't clear if the guy even remembered what they were arguing about at this point, he was just pissed off Grant had turned his back on him, while he pulled back his fist to punch him square in the jaw.



Ana looked at the man who had fallen on her, glanced back at the lobby with all the bodies, then hurried after the two males. This had to be some kind of nightmare right? “T-there is my room....my brother and parents should be there.” The only thought she could form was how thankful they had never shown up in the lobby like they were supposed to. They were probably waiting for her in their rooms right?




“If this were a horror movie it would definitely be a trap.” Olivia agree easily. Luckily this was real life and not a horror movie so they had nothing to fear. Then she frowned slightly at the sound of someone banging on the door down the hall. “Well this keeps getting stranger and stranger. Mysterious banging or mysterious music?” Honestly she'd go for the door. It sounded desperate like someone was in trouble of some kind.




“There isn't time to go around to the other stairwell. Give me your knife.” Amelia held out her hand for him to hand it to her. She had an idea to get the door open relatively quickly and hopefully save whoever was on the other side and possibly walking into a trap. One that didn't involve brute force like Eli was attempting to do.

Alison gave a squeak of surprise and fear as the two men fought what felt like inches from her. If it was possible, she looked even more terrified by the time Grant turned back to her. Then again she had just watched him beat the s**t out of another man while she stood naked, wet and in nothing but a towel in the middle of the hallway. If she could have melted into the wall right then, she would have. “I was having a shower when the lights went out.” She began again, her voice soft and shaky. “They were sitting in my room. They scared me, but when I tried to talk to them they didn’t say anything…they didn’t move….and then I walked up to them…and…..they had no faces.” While she told her tale in a barely audible level to Grant, a few people moved to help the other guy get up. It seemed like he had enough of Gran for the time being though.



“I don’t think the elevator is going to work with no power.” Ana pointed out softly. She really didn’t like this bossy guy and wasn’t sure she was making the right choice by leading him back to her room, but she also didn’t really know what choice she had. Going to his room was less desirable, walking by herself wasn’t an option, and she didn’t think stoner guy would be much help if anything happened. “We are in room 304 and 306. Stairs?”




“Good thing we were already married or you might have ditched me.” Olivia couldn’t help but laugh despite the situation. “Door it is.” She agreed when the odd music stopped. She might have even considered the idea of the music all being in her head if it hadn’t been for the fact that Lucas had heard it as well. Though before she could take much more than a step, there is a loud bang of said door falling inward. “Is anyone down there?!” She called down the hall, feeling like a fool, but also hurrying slightly towards the sound. “Come on, someone could be hurt.” She added to Lucas. It was all fun and games until someone got hurt.




“How did you….never mind.” She thought she had done a pretty good job of keeping the weapon hidden, but now wasn’t the time to be worrying about that. Amelia pulled it from the holster under her jacket on her hip and traded it for Eli’s knife. Hopefully he didn’t mind it taking a little abuse as she slid the edge under the pin on the door hinge and gave the handle a good hit to pop the pin out. Then she moved onto the pin the pin on the bottom of the door. She wasn’t so much as opening the door as she was simply removing it. After all a lock didn’t do a lot of a good on a door that wasn’t in the door frame. “Ready?” She asked, before pulling the bottom pin free which would cause the door fall.

In another situation Alison might of rolled her eyes and gave some sarcastic remark about how she didn't think to grab her key while running screaming from the room in nothing but a towel. However at the present all she could do was mutely shake her head, while standing shivering in the hallway. After a brief pause she added. “I would have to go to the front desk.” It wasn't like they would just give some random guy a key to her room, or at least she hoped, but she didn't exactly want to walk through the hotel in nothing but a towel. Alison glanced around briefly at the other people. The hallway had grown quiet and none seemed to eager to get involved in what was commonly known as the by stander effect. They were all too happy to let Grant deal with the problem, while at the same time wanting to know what was happened and curiously watching.





“I....don't like him.” Ana said softly to the man she had tripped over after Adrian started up the stairs. She was actually starting to regret telling him what room her and her family were staying in. He didn't seem like the most stable of individuals. “I guess we should follow.” After all, she did want to go back to her hotel room. Both because there really wasn't anywhere else to go and because she wanted to confirm her parents and brother were alright after what she had witnessed in the lobby. So the nervous red head hurried after the grumpy and a little bit scary guy.



“Whoa don't shoot!” Olivia exclaimed, skidding to halt and raising her hands in the air, slightly wide eyed. She had gone to help someone who might be in trouble, but ended up with a gun pointed at her instead. “I'm Olivia and this is my husband Lucas.” She added, answering the question of a woman standing behind the man pointing a gun at her. “Can you put that down?”




Amelia gave the door a slight push so it would fall away from them instead of towards them, though it twisted slightly as it got caught on the lock, leading to fall and eventually lay on the ground at an angle. She stood slowly while holding the knife out, though feeling a little ridiculous given Eli was right beside her with her gun. At first it seemed blessedly empty. Amelia was fully aware that both the gun and knife would likely be useless against any trap their killer might have set, and would only come into play upon meeting them personally. Then she cocked her head to the side slightly at the sound of a voice down the hall before nodding to Eli's instructions. While he stepped forward, she remained on the stair well landing just inside the door, though there venture didn't go much further than that as the young couple she recognized from the lobby appeared. Amelia didn't think they were likely to be the killers....two killers, that was a scary thought. However she didn't rule it out either. “Who are you?”

Alison flinched a little at the kicking down of the door. She supposed they wouldn’t mind when there were two dead bodies instead her room to deal with. The police might mind those. Destruction of evidence….whenever the police would get there. “Thank you.” She told him in a voice hardly above a whisper. If she’d been thinking more clearly she probably wouldn’t have so eagerly gone off to some stranger’s room in nothing but a towel. Especially a stranger that had already beaten another male much larger than herself. As it was she was just happy to get away from the bodies, the people staring at her in the hall and to get some clothes on. Part of her was also happy not to be the only one to see them, though another part of her also felt a guilty about it. Either way she would follow Grant to his room.




Ana was glad Samuel agreed with her, even if he was a stoner. “Anastasia, but everyone calls me Ana.” She explained as she sort of awkwardly shook his hand. It was a bit difficult to do that and walk at the same time. Briefly she thought about asking the grumpy guy leading the way what his name was, but decided it was probably best not too. “What happened…in the lobby….” She didn’t really know what to say about it. It was so surreal, it felt more like a dream than reality.



“That’s one way to put it.” Olivia agreed with her husband. Lucas explained what had happened and Amelia seemed at least a little more amicable than Eli, though she was naturally curious as to why she didn’t want them to go down the lobby. This night just seemed to be getting stranger by the minute. “What do you think?” She asked Lucas.




“I would avoid the lobby if I were you. Besides, they are probably already working on the lights.” If there was anyone down there who was still alive anyway. Amelia didn’t like Eli going off by himself, but she didn’t want to leave this unsuspecting couple on their own either. “Look, stick with us and I’ll try to explain everything as best I can.” Though she wasn’t too sure how to do that. How did you drop ‘there is a serial killer in the building copying one from her and Eli’s past’ on someone? Either way she started after Eli while hoping the couple would follow

“Thank you.” Alison repeated in that same barely audible tone. She definitely didn't know how to process what she had seen. Tightly clutching the clothes Grant had gotten for her to her, she numbly entered the room and let the door swing shut. She didn't start to get dressed however. Instead she just stood rooted to the spot, holding the bundle of clothes to her chest. Those faces. Eyelidless eyes just starring while not seeing anything. All the muscles in the face visible. She knew she needed to get dressed and they needed to get down to the lobby. Tell the manager what had happened. Instead she found herself kneeling on the carpet and sobbing uncontrollably.





“Yeah....” What else was there really to say about it at this point? Ana wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't all some bad dream caused by bad fish from the night before. She was actually relieved when they found more people despite one of them waving a gun around. If it wasn't a dream, then at least she wasn't alone with an a*****e and a stoner anymore. It wasn't that she didn't like Sam, it was just she didn't think he'd be much use if the a*****e tried to do anything. The way he suddenly appeared after everyone died... “There is the dining room?” Ana suggested out loud. The lobby wasn't an option, and the dinning room only had two entrances. One to get in and one to the kitchen.




“We'll have to have a do over.” Olivia agreed whole heatedly. Surfing, sandy beaches...you could have two honeymoons right? Her thoughts were quickly interrupted though by the strange guy, Eli. Killer? Dead zone? While Lucas started to reply she reached for her husband arm, wondering if the guy in front of them was kind of lunatic, only to have it confirmed by a voice. She turned her head to look behind, seeing a new trio. Was this some kind of sick practical joke? No one would make a joke murder would they? “I...think they are serious.”



Well, there was no closing that can of worms now. Amelia supposed it was just as well. There was no easy way to say there was a murderer on the loose. She glanced to Eli who gave the newest arrivals the once over, though evidently he decided the were okay since he lowered the gun. What was he looking for? I am a murderer tattoo on their forehead? Then again it wasn't like they could just shoot everyone they came across anyway. Still she wished she could talk to Eli in private for a second. They should put these people somewhere relatively safe and then go off to try to stop the killer.

At some point Grant had managed to get Alison dressed, which was a bonus, and sobs had eventually subsided to silent tears streaming down her face. With red puffy eyes, she looked up at the man standing in the doorway. She was more confused than afraid, not quite comprehending what she was happening. She was still largely in a state of shock. “Dining room?” She repeated in a slightly horse voice. “I don't want to be around a whole bunch of people.” Naturally she assumed someone from the hall had gone and told the manager about the two in her room. She supposed it made sense until the stormed cleared and the police could get there, but she didn't want to face all the people who would likely want to hear what happened. She didn't want to talk about it.

Alison decided she didn't like the new guy very much. It wasn't like the face remover was going to pop out of closet and kill them all if she took a minute too long as if they were in some video game. Still Grant was going and despite not wanting to be around a bunch of people, being alone was even worse. Without a word, she slowly got up and walked out the bedroom door. Other than Grant, the hall was strangely empty. She had expected everyone else from this hall to be waiting before them to all head down as a group. "Did everyone else already go to the dinning room?" She asked quietly, though her voice seemed loud in the silence of the hallway.

Amelia was mentally cursing Eli for taking her gun with him. Sure, she had his knife, but the people who had been hiding out in the kitchen had knives as well, and theirs were bigger. Hell one of them was even armed with the mini blowtorch used for making Crème Brulee. Needless to say they would hardly feel threatened by her lone knife, and as far as she knew no one else in the group was armed at all. Attempts at reason had failed and it soon became clear the only way this group was going to let them stay in the dining room was if they were out gunned and didn’t have a choice. In any event, she was relieved when the door opened behind her and she turned to see Eli return, albeit with only two in tow.

“This is our ******** spot!” The foul mouthed woman who seemed to largely be the instigator in the whole situation supplied for an answer before Amelia could say anything. “How do we know it wasn’t one of you assholes who ground up Phil like ******** sausage?! Maybe you all did it together! Go find your own ******** spot!” She waved a large knife around while she spoke, not seeming particularly concerned about the gun, though at least the other cooks seemed to have lost their nerve a bit.