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Amelia's nod in response to Rhys's agreement conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. His willingness to put his trust in her judgment amidst the turmoil was a small but poignant gesture, offering a glimmer of solidarity amid the chaos. As he swiftly secured a knife from the bar, her eyes briefly lingered on his decisive action, recognizing the value of quick thinking in their dire circumstances. However, her focus quickly shifted back to the other two women – Rina, clutching the makeshift tiki torch, and Delaney, both exhibiting a remarkable resolve despite the palpable fear that had enveloped them all.

In a curious twist of fate, Amelia found herself assuming an unforeseen mantle of responsibility for the safety of this diverse group. Bound together by the shared terror of their predicament, they had become an impromptu team, united in their common struggle for survival. The weight of this unspoken duty settled on her shoulders, a reminder that their collective strength would be their greatest asset as they navigated the unknown dangers ahead.

With each step that carried them away from the pool pavilion, the pandemonium intensified, drowning out all semblance of normalcy. The symphony of terrified screams merged with the frenzied cacophony of hurried footsteps, punctuated by sporadic crashes and ominous noises that underscored the precariousness of their situation. During this chaos, Amelia's thoughts raced, mirroring the tumultuous world around her. She couldn't help but wonder what trials awaited them, what unforeseen challenges they would have to confront, and whether their fragile alliance could withstand the relentless barrage of uncertainty.

Thankfully, Rhys's inquiry about their destination served as a grounding force, drawing Amelia's attention back from the maelstrom of emotions swirling within her. The question was both practical and indicative of his concern for their immediate survival, a reminder that they were all in this together. Amelia's voice, though tinged with the urgency of their situation, remained unwavering as she provided the vital information that could determine their fate. [color=#990099]"The staff rooms are actually situated on a dedicated floor for the employees. It's a few levels above us. They're intentionally separated from the guest areas,"[/color] she explained, [color=#990099]"When I was there, the employee used a key to access the elevator and selected the button marked with a star. It's our best shot at reaching the staff area." [/color] A quiet unease laced her words as she muttered her hope that the elevators remained operational amidst the chaos that had engulfed the once pristine hotel.

As the group navigated the now disarrayed corridors of the hotel, Amelia's gaze swept over the remnants of the once idyllic setting – the overturned furniture, discarded belongings, and signs of hasty retreats. 

[color=#990099][i]Well, things went to shit fast, didn’t they? [/i][/color]