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It was the morning after, the worst time. Carter Perkins groaned in a combination of annoyance and pain as he rolled over in his hotel bed. His head throbbed and spun as he lay there and stared up at the cream colored ceiling above him. The dull color hurt his eyes in the sensitive state they were in, causing his head to pound harder. He reached up with his right hand and pinched at the bridge of his nose between his eyes, where this dreaded hangover seemed to located at, there and his temples.

He slowly began to remember the night before, pounding music, the Sam B concert in the hotels' outdoor plaza. He remembered having a few too many beers, corona to be precise, topped off with a martini. He remembered making his way to the dance floor and getting close and cozy with the brunette from California on spring break. This particular remembrance of course lead to a minuscule smile, even in his state of migraine. He remembered them both staggering off to his room, booze-ridden and half-conscious, and of course the additional drinking to go with the events' of the night. 

[i]That vixen still here?[/i] he wondered as he removed his hands from his face, only for the lighting of the room to sharpen the pain of his migraine. He winced as he lay his left arm across his eyes. He realized he was still wearing his clothes from the night before; blue button-up shirt, his tie, which hung loose around his neck, though his pants and shoes were missing. It was then that he heard it, a faint, raspy groan. "Hey," Carter spoke up, his arm still across his eyes,"Sarah? Cheryl? Whatever? That you, girl?"

The response was a louder and more throaty grumbling growl, certainly not that of a slim, pearly teethed college sorority skag. "Hey, who the-?!" His words were cut short as he leap upright in bed, instead becoming a loud cry of shock and disbelief at what he saw standing at the foot of his bed. Not the beautiful girl from the night before, but instead a walking nightmare. She stood there, her eyes glossed and milky, her skin a deathly grayish color, and her lips and teeth were bared into a vicious snarl. Blood was spattered down her entire right arm and dripped onto the carpet floor. It was her, emphasis on [i]was[/i], he recognized the bleached-white bikini from the night before and the golden broach she wore.
"W-What in hell-?!" Carter scambled back across his bed as the creature of a woman surged forward with a savage snarl, one sound in a chorus of screams, moans, please, and roars to be heard throughout the resort hotel.
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