Fuckfuckfuckfuckā¦ It turned out the balconies were a bit farther a part than sheād thought before lowering herself over the railing. Fortunately, while she
had been grumbling about getting a bit āsoftā in the middle, a common hazard amongst support staff, she
was still in quite good shape, especially in her upper body. That was all paying off as she dangled purely by her arms as she blindly felt with her toes for the railing below.
Eventually she succeeded and with a bit of friction, strength and luck, she managed to drop onto a lounge chair on the second floor balcony. Only now was she able to really look about and see what was happeningā¦and she nearly vomited. Growing up at the race track, sheād seen some nasty things, but this out did that by a long shot. Blood splatters and torn up parts of
people dotted the manicured resort grounds.
While she stood there trying to wrap her mind around the horrors before her, a shout caught her attention. An Asian looking family of four where running along one of the paths, each parent carrying a child no more than about 8 years old. The little boy clung desperately to his mother, but the little girl seemed limp in her fatherās arms. Not far behind them a trio of resort staff, their gaits awkward and uneven, one of the women missing an
arm, snarled and groaned as they gave chase.
She wanted to shout, to try and help, but she could tell it wouldnāt do any good. As she watched the father staggered as the girl seemed to convulse in his arms, his pace slowed slightly as he looked down at her.
āOh Godā¦ā She groaned, dry heaving. The girl had then surged up and bit into her fatherās throat. He screamed and fell, his wife looked back and screamed too, but fortunately she kept moving. As he went down, the pursuing trio fell on him like feral dogs, tearing into him. Mercifully for Eliza, his screaming only lasted moments.
Her stomach convulsed
hard as it tried to make her puke, but there was nothing to bring up; this happened a couple of more times, making her eyes water, before things settled. Eventually she recovered, wiping her eyes to clear her vision. Against her own better judgment, she looked back at where the man had fallen. The trio and the girl were gone, but he still lay there in an expanding pool of blood. As she watched, he began to convulse, before eventually awkwardly rising to his feet despite massive organ damage and blood loss. Even from as far away as she was, Eliza could tell his skin had gone a sickly gray, and as he started moving it was with the same sort of staggering gait the trio had. After a few moments, he shambled off out of sight.
Part of her, a
very large part, wanted to just shut down completely, deny the outside world and just pretend this was all a fucking nightmare. Fortunately her training took over.
Worry about what you do RIGHT NOW, not what is beyond your control to change. It said, and it was right. She couldnāt change what had happened to that man, but she could look to what she could do for
herself. Standing, she hadnāt realized she collapsed to her knees, she went over and tried the door that led into the room, fortunately finding it open.
āHe-hello?ā She called out, opening the door to step inside.
āThereās some weird shit going on andā¦and I had to climb down from the room aboveā¦I-Iām not going to hurt anyone.ā She really hoped if there was anyone in the room they spoke, or at least understood, English.
The room had bags and personal effects all about, but no overt signs of the occupants. Moving into the room, her nerves on edge, she was about half way across, when a sound from the bathroom in front of her made her heart rate jump even higher than it already was. A low rasping growl, much like sheād heard outside, followed by some uncoordinated banging. Running on automatic, she made for the same type of lamp as sheād had it her room, ripping it free just as a woman, stark naked and covered in blood staggered into view.
The woman had the same sickly gray skin, and her eyes were an unsettling cloudy white, though she could apparently still see, because as soon as she faced Eliza, the snarl got louder and she launched herself forward, arms out and mouth open. Eliza did the only thing she could think of and swung the lamp as hard as she could, ābaseballā style. The heavy base of the lamp connected with the side of the womanās head with a sickening ācrackā and knocked her sideways into the TV on the wall, leaving a blood splat on the screen. The woman didnāt move again. Eliza had only just started to process what had just happened when another sound from the bathroom, and some movement, caught her attention. A man, just as naked and blood covered, though in this case because his throat and much of the left side of his face had been torn up, charged her. She swung hard the other way, shattering
his skull and dropping him to the floor.
She both needed and
really wanted to leave the room, but she couldnāt, not in nothing more than a ratty CAF t-shirt and some board shorts. Doing her best to ignore the bodies, she went looking through the bags. The woman was a lot smaller than her so none of the clothing was of much help, though she did snag a few other useful items. The man was about her height, though heavier. Taking a little day pack sheād found she took a few bits of essential clothing to wear, a half box of tampons, a bottle of cologne, and some too small shirts for bandages and stuffed her feet into some half-size too large runners. Not finding anything else, she steeled herself and went into the bathroom, which was just as terrible as sheād feared. Willing herself to ignore the horror, she cleaned out anything even vaguely medical.
The attack had obviously happened in here, and when the man had fallen, heād ripped down the shower current. The rod looked like a fairly heavy steel tube, but itās mountings were only plastic, and after a bit of work, Eliza had it free. As ready as she was ever going to be, the last two things she did before testing the door was tie her hair into a bun as best she could, and put on a ball cap she took out of the manās things.
After another moment to work up the nerve, she slowly unlocked the hallway door and eased it open. Listening, but not hearing anything, she edged to door open enough to stick her head out. The power was down and the lighting terrible, but the hallway seemed clear. Stepping out of the room, her heart nearly stopped when the PA burst to life.
āJesusfucknuggetingChrist!āāHello? Anyone? If anyone can hear me, please, make your way to the security control room. Itās safe here! Donāt bother with the elevators, theyāre all out. Look for fire escapes and the stairwells. Use the stairs or fire exits to make your way to the basement! The basement! If anyoneās there, come to the security control room...āWell at least hereās SOMEONE still alive. She thought. Pipe in hand, she edged her way along the corridor, casting a weary eye on every room door as she passed them. Eventually she reached the emergency stairs and cautiously opened the door. Listening, she heard movement and nearly abandoned the stairs, but the sound was too regularā¦she hoped.
āHello?ā She called, keeping herself out of the stairwell and ready to shut the door in an instant.
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