Chapter forty-seven:

Becky was awakened suddenly by the sound of thunder and a flash of lightening.

She found herself sitting completely upright in bed, looking around the hotel room with wide eyes.

Zac was sleeping soundly on the twin bed on the other side of the room. She wandered into the main part of the hotel suit and flipped the light switch.

The power was out. She couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. How was she supposed to get a bottle of water now?

She could see a narrow beam of light beneath the front door, meaning that the lights in the hall we working.

Becky tried the switch a few more times out of confusion, however it still didn’t work. She made her way over to the door and pulled it open. Perhaps a fuse had blown on that specific side of the hotel and no one had realized.

Becky wandered out into the hall in her pajamas and bare feet, trudging down the stiff and coarse hotel carpet.

The hall was unusually empty. Normally hotels were crawling with people; other guests, security guards, room service personnel… oddly, the hallway was completely deserted. Becky turned the corner and looked down an incredibly long corridor. There were no other lights on underneath the doors, and there wasn’t a single person walking the hallway, in either direction.

Becky felt a chill, shivering. It was creepy how little activity was going on in the hotel. It was as if she was the only one there, and that was disturbing.

Becky turned around and ran back to Zac’s room. She stopped cold, when she was within several feet of the door.

A sliver of terror ran through her body, causing her skin to prickle with gooseflesh.

Had she left the door open?

She thought she remembered closing it behind her. Perhaps Zac was awake, and discovered she wasn’t in the room and had gone off looking for her in the other direction.

Becky drew in a deep breath and walked slowly towards the hotel room.

She stepped inside quickly, closing the door and locking it behind her; taking the extra time to check the deadbolt and to draw the chain across into the latch.

She flipped the light switch several more times, just to be sure, but the lights still were not working.

Becky slowly backed away from the door and the light switch and crashed into a body.

Before she could even think, a hand covered her mouth, with a noxious smelling liquid. She felt an abrupt pain in her right thigh, and felt the warm presence of blood soaking her pajamas.

 Before she could even scream, everything around her faded to blackness.

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