Eliza woke with a groan, not because of a hangover or the memory of doing something stupid, just a groan bemoaning the fact she was awake. Sure the Army did things, like expect you to wake up and work at some god-awful hour, but that didnât mean she enjoyed it. Realizing she wasnât going to go back to sleep, there was too much noise outside, though her sleep stunned brain couldnât quite process it.
Instead, she grabbed her phone and put on some music to help her wake up. Trading the light top sheâd slept in for a t-shirt and some shorts, she yawned and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching a post-sleep itch, she mentally grimaced. Getân a bit soft there⌠She shook her head, those were thoughts for after the vacation. She was just stepping though the bathroom door, when a loud âthumpâ against the outer room door made her jump. Some ass either still drunk, or fuck by a hangover from that shitty-assed con- Her thought ending abruptly as the âthumpâ came again.
Now annoyed, she killed her music. âHey, fuck off and ruin someone elseâs morning!â She snapped. As she glared at the door, she began to register the sounds sheâd heard earlier. She still couldnât process why 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 âthumpingâ 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. âSHIT!â
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. FuckâŚokay third floor, just high enough to fuck myself upâŚ
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 that room to get security, or failing that, keep going to the ground.