Sunlight, it bled through taupe colored curtains, dancing carelessly across anything it could touch. One thing in particular, was the face of an unconscious girl. The bright rays kissed gingerly at honeyed skin, warming, welcoming. The sudden shift in the rooms lighting would draw a tired groan from the lithe figure that slept almost soundlessly. It wasn't long before the beckoning of the sun would bring the slumbering girl to an upright position, arms reaching every which way while a yawn split through the otherwise silent room. Eyes drowsy from sleep, would scan over their surroundings, taking in the aftermath of what had been a rather rowdy night. The decently sized suite was disheveled, pillows thrown recklessly, clothes draped over chairs and sprawled across the floor. Another groan would sound off, this time it was one of dismay.
"What a mess.." Clementine let the words puff past her lips in a huff, her hand moving to rake through the mane of curls that occupied her head. "And of course, nobody is here to help clean it up..." As the second series of words were spoken, Clementine pulled herself from the large queen sized bed, searching the room nonchalantly to assure her former statement was correct. "Where the hell is Aimee..Brooke?" The question would receive no reply, the names being called seemingly belonging to no one. Something felt off, and a knot was growing in the young brunettes stomach, one that she couldn't shake. It wasn't unlike her friends to wander off on vacations like this, she assumed they were each shacked up with some brute from last nights party, but the ever growing knot in her stomach told her there was something more. Clumsy thumbs fumbled through text messages and call logs, finding no trace of either of the girls whereabouts. Clementine's last resort was checking their location, pinching her screen to zoom in on where the map had loaded their phones last signal. The pool? How odd, they had all left the pool together around two in the morning, why would they end up back there? Clementine chewed nervously at the inside of her cheek, tapping Aimee's number first, listening as the line rang for what seemed like forever before it finally came to a stop. "Hi, you've reached Aimee's phone, I'm not here right now but I'll be sure to get back to you.. Byeeee! ... Beeeeep" Clementine repeated the process with Brooke, coming to the same result, no answer. Her worries were beginning to expand, consuming her, the eerie silence that curtained the room, becoming suffocating, unbearable. Clementine stood once more, pulling a pair of shorts and a bright orange cropped tank top on, her feet clad with a simple pair of white sneakers. As she neared the door to leave the suite, the sudden wail of an alarm would erupt through the entirety of the hotel. Its abruptness would send Clementine stumbling backward away from the door, hands moving to press firmly against her ears. The sound was headache inducing, enough to scramble your thoughts and leave you disoriented.
"What the fuck is that?!" Clementine cried out to nobody but herself, moving forward once more to exit her room as she had initially planned. She was met by a dimmed hallway, absent of the fluorescent lights that had lit the way the night prior. Now there was nothing but the single window at the end of the hall, the glow it emitted just enough for visibility. The girl, hands remaining over her ears, began down the hall, glancing over her shoulder anxiously every now and then. Her head was jumbled, the alarm making it impossible to think, impossible to put together a cohesive plan. Thankfully, her feet were still working and despite their disconnection from her head, they led her to the stairs. Clementine shoved the door that led to the stairway, open, the alarm slightly muffled now, allowing her the use of her hands once more. Where the hell was everyone? It was a question that lingered within her thoughts, adding to that nauseating feel in her gut.
It wasn't until she was nearly to the stairways exit, that she heard the first sign of life. It was a gurgle, not particularly human sounding, but it definitely belonged to something living. Clementine crept cautiously toward the stairways exit, her eyes peering through the rectangular window that sat in the middle of the door. The window was slightly dingy, streaked fingerprints and some sort of dried substance blocking most of her vision. She could however, see a figure, its form slumped over in a sitting position against the wall directly across from the door she was behind. Her eyes narrowed into a squint, trying to clear her sight to see the figure more clearly. It appeared to be a male, his skin was a sickly hue and what looked like blood, stained his trousers. The sight was enough to force her away from the door, a hand covering her mouth to silence the staggered breathing and choked sobs that threatened to spill out. Clementine remained still for a moment, trying to recollect her thoughts before she would near the door once more. This time she made an effort to avoid the motionless corpse against the wall, her eyes straining to peer left and then right. While she wasn't able to see much, she was able to gather that the hotel was in shambles. Things were thrown about, paintings pulled off walls, luggage unzipped, belongings littering the halls. It looked as if the hotel had been robbed and was now desolate of life.
"God no... Am I alone? What the hell is happening..." Clementine's voice trembled, her hands moving back through her hair before resting on the back of her neck. Panic was setting in, her eyes, normally bright with optimism, were cloudy and welling up with tears. Abandonment and being alone were her biggest fears, fears that were nearly immobilizing. This, however, would all be forgotten as a sound echoed through the stairwell. Clementine's head shot upward, the sound originating from a floor or two above. Someone else was in the stairwell, that was very clear now. She could hear the shuffle of their feet as they made their way down the stairs. Part of her felt relief that she wasn't alone, but that relief soon turned to dread as that all too familiar gurgle reappeared. She had heard it earlier before seeing that corpse in the hall. Whoever was coming down the stairs, made the same noise. The gurgles grew louder and as the figure descended closer, she could heard additional sounds. Growls? Snarls? Whatever the noise was, it no longer resembled something a human would emit. "H-Hello...? Are you o-okay?" Clementine called up, shifting slightly to try and get a view of who was coming down, but found they were too far up the winding staircase to see. Her question received no response, instead the stairwell grew silent. The previous shuffling, the gargles, the snarling, it all stopped. "Hello?" Again she called out, her voice weakening with each attempt, obvious concern in her tone.
The silence only lingered for a moment more before the slow paced shuffling that had been there before, turned to rapid scurrying. The sound was hideous, flesh slapping and dragging across concrete in a desperate attempt to get down the stairway quicker. Rabid and desperate growls shifted to deep, animal-like bellows. Clementine threw herself away from the stairs, a shriek ripping through her throat as she barged out of the stairwell exit and into the hallway she had been peering into. The body that had been propped up against the wall, motionless, sprung to life at her presence. It lunged toward the horrified girl, its legs remained behind where it had been propped up, each severed from its body. Clementine yelped at the sudden attack, falling over a mess of luggage, landing on her bottom. The girl scooted backwards rapidly, trying desperately to get away from the snapping jaws that crawled her way.