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Eliza woke with a groan, not because of a hangover or the memory of doing something stupid, just a groan bemoaning the fact she [I]was[/I] awake. Sure the Army did things, like expect you to wake up and work at some god-awful hour, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Realizing she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, there was too much noise outside, though her sleep stunned brain couldn’t quite process it.

Instead, she grabbed her phone and put on some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQLd2T2TuMo]music[/url] to help her wake up. Trading the light top she’d slept in for a t-shirt and some shorts, she yawned and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching a post-sleep itch, she mentally grimaced. [colour=goldenrod][b][i]Get’n a bit soft there…[/I][/b][/colour] She shook her head, those were thoughts for [I]after[/I] the vacation. She was just stepping though the bathroom door, when a loud ‘thump’ against the outer room door made her jump. [colour=goldenrod][b][i]Some ass either still drunk, or fuck by a hangover from that shitty-assed con-[/I][/b][/colour] Her thought ending abruptly as the ‘thump’ came again.

Now annoyed, she killed her music. [colour=goldenrod][b]”Hey, fuck off and ruin someone else’s morning!”[/b][/colour] She snapped. As she glared at the door, she began to register the sounds she’d heard earlier. She still couldn’t process [I]why[/I] there was screaming and shouting, but it made her blood run cold. Moving back towards her bed, she wrapped a hand around the lamp that was on the bedside table and yanked the cord free from the wall; all the while the ‘thumping’ against her door continued. With her other hand she tried to call the Front Desk with the room phone, only to find dead air when she lifted the receiver. [colour=goldenrod][b]”SHIT!”[/b][/colour]

Eyes fixed on the door she backed towards the balcony, pushing the sliding glass door open with her free hand; suddenly a cacophony of screams, moans and shouting erupted as she stepped outside. Keeping her peripheral vision on her room door she looked about. All she could really tell was that the resort seemed to have devolved into pure chaos. The sound at her door seemed to pick up. [colour=goldenrod][b][I]Fuck…okay third floor, just high enough to fuck myself up…[/I][/b][/colour]

Not wanting to risk whoever was outside her door, Eliza dropped the lamp and headed to the railing, opting to lower herself to the second floor and hopefully exit via [I]that[/I] room to get security, or failing that, keep going to the ground.