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_{Interaction with @Sadie, @Vanny and @Qia}

This was a prank, right? Surely there were cameras here. Rhys was gaslighting himself as he walked, his eyes on the woman in front of him wielding a tiki pole like that wasn't hilarious in literally any other situation. He wished he was a better man, then. He should take the lead, not hide behind a small Asian lady like a coward. But then again, who was he to underestimate anyone? She could probably kick his ass. They got bumped into various times, mostly by people who were still actually alive, and it made Rhys shudder. Not because he wasn't wearing a shirt, though that didn't help the situation. But because he wished the next bump wouldn't be a zombie. He felt oddly vulnerable, despite the evidence of the employee's tattered shirt telling them that even if he was still wearing his shirt it wouldn't save him. But fake safety was still safety, right? The hairs on the back of his neck were upright, his eyes wide and laser-focused.

They were slowly headed toward the elevators, but that would get chaotic really fast. Because in a place you don't know, what is the first place you go to? Right. Your own hotel room with your own stuff and a door you can lock. Rhys's room wasn't far from here, but somehow the staff area seemed like a safer bet. They could call for help from there, probably. As they walked, Rhys felt his heart beating out of his chest so hard it almost hurt. His fist was curled around the knife so tight he would find the pattern of the hilt in his palm later. But the small tinge of pain kept him alert and walking, his shoes slightly sloshing with the leftover water from the pool. In his other hand was the soft and warm hand of his dance partner, a contrast to the hard and cold metal in his other. He glanced back at her and the other woman to ensure they were okay.

Most of the people were still behind them, but that didn't mean people didn't start pushing themselves into elevators like sardines, putting one elevator over capacity, an angry ring from within the elevator signalling that it wouldn't leave like this. Rhys frowned at the sight. Would they even be able to get into an elevator? They needed an empty one. He came to a full stop when the woman in front of him wielding the tiki pole did, and he looked down at her for a second before following her gaze. His wish for an elevator got granted, but in a sick monkey paw kind of way. It was empty of alive people, that's for sure, but three zombies reared their heads toward the woman in front of him. Christ. That body in the middle of the elevator was fucking terrible.

Rhys never wanted to see someone entrailes, and here he was exposed to them for the second time in a span of five minutes. Swallowing away the bile, he noticed the woman shifting her weapon and asking for help just as one of the dead stalked toward her. What was he supposed to do? Two of them advanced at the same time, leaving the third in their dust after a brief struggle to all come through the elevator door together. Good, they needed to come out. "Back up, back up." He said, letting go of the woman in his other hand and making a quick decision that barely registered for him. He raised his leg and kicked the left-most zombie square in the chest, making him fall backwards halfway into the elevator.

It only served to agitate the other two, but one still advanced towards the Japanese woman while one snarled at him. Divide and conquer then. There was no way they'd be able to get into one of the other elevators, they needed to clear this one. Rhys wasn't a brave man, not really. But he did have a lot of fighting training, even if it was just performative. More like a dance, really. Editing would make it look real. He rarely ever got actually punched during his job. And he prayed to God this stupid idea would work as he backed up more to the left, making one follow him while the other went toward the women. "Fuck!" Without thinking, he raised the knife and stabbed the zombie through the temple. It crumpled to the ground right away, almost taking the knife with it had Rhys not wiggled it out. His face scrunched up in disgust as he walked forward toward the elevator, where the zombie he kicked was trying to get up. Rhys wouldn't let him, though. His heel connected with its face, and he stomped several times until he stopped moving.

The sound was sickening, and all of this happened in a matter of seconds without any real thought. He was running on pure adrenaline. Quickly, he turned towards the women to see if they needed help with the last one, the elevator now clear for them to step in.

Operation Eclipse

Also I'm still debating either playing a character myself, or just controlling the world and NPCs in general.

@Havoccultist

Whatever feels more right to you, what makes your idea come to life the best.

Operation Eclipse

I’m interested! I love small groups and zombies so 😍

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_{Interaction with @Sadie, @Vanny and @Qia}

Rhys's attention became divided. The woman at the bar held onto the leg of a chair, and Rhys was half grateful she didn't pommel him with it when he approached. He must look like a mess, without his shirt, his pants and shoes wet and his eyes somewhat in a frenzy. She was looking to Rhys's right, and he angled his head to find the woman he was dragging along had slipped from his grip and pulled a tiki torch from the ground and actually twirled it. The corners of his mouth pulled down in an impressed look as he tore his eyes off her and back toward the bar, where Delaney searched the bartender as if his entrails weren't decorating the bar like Christmas lights. A doctor, right, it wouldn't even phase her. But it phased him and his face contorted up in slight disgust at the smell that was already filling the air.

She got back up and waved the keys in the air, and the man had a brief sigh of relief before he realised he didn't even know what to use the damn keys on. Still, it was one step forward as his eyes went back to the Japanese woman who joined them once more. The other woman decided to stick by them, too. Suddenly, they were a group of four and Rhys intended to keep it that way. He didn't know what the hell was happening, but he strengthened his resolve to not let anything happen to these three. However, two of them held weapons and would probably prove more useful than him and his saviour complex. Who was he to underestimate a woman? He looked at Delaney when she spoke, then at the woman with the tiki pole as she answered. Behind them, carnage continued happening and the anxiety of it skittered along his spine, like running up the stairs at night when you've turned off the light. Wherever the rooms were, they needed to move, and his gaze went to the hotel. Maybe behind the reception was a good place to start?

Though, these zombies had to have come from somewhere, and he hoped they weren't going into the thick of it, instead of away from it. He was thankful Delaney returned to him instead of being behind that bar, before letting his attention slide to the woman who claimed she knew where the staff rooms were. Who was he to doubt that? He nodded. "By all means." he said, a grateful glint in his eyes as the group began to move. As he angled the bar, he spotted a knife used for slicing lemons and didn't waste time in palming the hilt and following the woman, taking Delaney along with him. He glanced over his shoulder, and noticed the Japanese woman was still following them. Looking forward once more, he prayed to God where they were headed would give them some form of shelter to figure this shit out. He wished he could say he still thought this was a prank, but he had held into that dead woman, had seen her advancing on him and snapping at him. There was no way in hell that wasn't real. And it chilled him to the bone.

They removed themselves from the pool pavilion, but more people had the same idea as people yelled and ran and pushed them. He pulled Delaney closer and kept letting his eyes slide between the two other women as they picked up the pace. "So where?" He asked, as curiosity got the best of him. He was more than content following the woman, but the reality was that if she got knocked out, he wouldn't know where to go.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Sad :(

if they didn't wish to become an all-you-can-eat buffet along with them.

@Vanny

This took me out hahaha

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The anticipation is killing me

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_{Interaction with @Sadie, @Vanny and @Qia}

Rhys's resolvement to not kick this woman in the face was wavering by the second. Would it be a dick move to slam his wet sneakers into a wounded employee? Yes. And it would most likely get him escorted of the premises if not arrested by the police. Would it ruin his chances with the woman who tried to save that very employee if he kicked her back into the pool? Very likely. His position, on his ass an leaning back on his two arms had his bad shoulder screaming in agony, causing Rhys to falter and ruin his attempt in getting up. Something just... wasn't right with this woman. Her eyes were cloudy white, she was snarling and biting at him. Thick saliva escaped her mouth and dripped on the tiles around the pool as she made her way to Rhys in a matter of seconds. The bystander effect was real, and no one came to help either him or the woman in front of him.

Then the woman grabbed his foot, and Rhys suddenly couldn't give a rat's ass about spending time in a jail cell tonight. He wasn't chancing it. It was almost as if his leg was a delicious piece of prime meat, and she wanted to take a nice juicy bite out of him. It reminded him so much about those zombie movies. But that couldn't be real right? That couldn't possibly be something that could happen? He pulled his bare leg back and attempted to get up once more, but not before a whirlwind in a red dress drove the high heel he had admired on her before into the woman's head. He watched as he could see up close how the woman's face fell, followed by her body, in between Rhys's legs. It was like the world stood still as he stared at the heel protruding from the woman's skull. His gaze shifted to Delaney as she approached him and held out his hand. He took it, just in case he slipped but didn't put any weight behind it as he got himself upright. Stunned, and slightly in awe by his saviour, he nodded. "Yeah, I'm fucking peachy. Are you? What the actual fu-" He was interrupted by a shout behind him, calling his saviour a murderer. Rhys' brows dipped in worry as he looked over his shoulder, subconsciously planting his feet more firmly to the ground as he placed his hands on Delaney's bare shoulders.

No, she wasn't a murderer. The person yelling, they hadn't fucking witnessed what she and he had. His eyes went to the Japanese woman that had stood by the doctor earlier. Surely she must've seen the same and can back them up, right? Though, he didn't get time to ask as he got bumped in his bad shoulder, eliciting a grunt of pain from him, etching his face in agony. People around them were scampering to get away, and it quickly became a surge that was becoming dangerous. It didn't take long for the first person to fall, and the second person to walk over that first one like she was a goddamn welcome mat. There was chaos, but the chaos became madness when the mood suddenly shifted. Shouts of people to get out of here turned into screams of terror.

In the sides of his vision, he saw a man jump another one and take... take a motherfucking bite. Like a zombie. Was this real? Were they on a prank show or some kind of sick science experiment where scientists wanted to find out the real and true reactions of people coming face to face with certain situations like a damn zombie apocalypse? His head snapped back to Delaney. "We have to get out of here." Without thinking, he took her hand in his and firmly laced their fingers together. She would be incredibly easy to lose in the crowd, and this woman saved his life so he needed to find some way to repay her. He started a small jog, tugging Delaney along. He went past the Japanese woman from earlier. Who had ordered a Mai Tai and seemed so nervous at the bar, yet was the only one to offer her services to the doc while everything was going on. She looked like she was in a trance, pure shock on her face. "Fuck." Rhys muttered to himself, knowing that he just couldn't leave her behind like that.

He raised his hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers. "C'mon, snap out of it! We have to go." His grip on Delaney firmed as more people bumped into them, and he knew he couldn't linger for long. Instead, he grabbed the wrist of the woman and tugged her along as well, heading toward the bar. There, he found the Japenese woman's Mai Tai bestie in a slightly less shocked state. The bartender was no more, and Rhys had to swallow down the bile that threatened to come up at the sight of it. Where the fuck could they even go? To the woman at the bar he half-shouted "Does that bartender have any keys or whatever?!" to get over the chaos behind them, hoping the woman would spring into action. He looked over his shoulder to look out for oncoming danger. The keys may help them get into staff area's, where other they could possibly lock themselves in and find help.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Delaney took killer heels to a new level, huh.

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He stood on the edge of the pool, soaked. The blood had stained his clothing and it made him uncomfortable as he stood dripping poolwater into the tiles beside the woman on the ground. He wasn't sure if he was slightly trembling due to the water, or what he had just witnessed and done. His hands went up to his buttons, as the urge to take off his bloody and stained shirt became overwhelming. Fumbling slightly with the buttons, the tried to ignore the sinking feeling he had that the woman he had just pooled out of the pool didn't have a pulse anymore as he dragged her along. The whirlwind that was his dance partner landed on her knees beside the woman, claiming she was a doctor. He blinked, thankful that there was a medical professional, but somewhere deep inside him, he wished she didn't have to do this. That she didn't have to try and resuscitate a woman that Rhys was increasingly sure was dead. His soggy shirt landed beside his feet and he treaded a slightly unsteady hand through his hair as he watched the scene unfold.

Watching Delaney's hair bob around in her quick bun, and watched as people around them distanced, shocked murmurs going around. The music had been cut off, and the silence from it was eery. Some people started filming on their phones, and a flare of anger rattled through Rhys his body, balling his fists. People had the fucking' audacity. But he kept watching, seeing the woman he sat next to earlier offer her help to Delaney. Maybe she was someone medical, too? His eyes softened at it, and his jaw unlocked. One of Delaney's kicked-off shoes rolled into the pool in the turmoil, and Rhys shook his head.

A tap on his shoulder made him look over it, and someone handed him his phone that he discarded earlier. "Thanks." He said to the woman, and looked back at the scene in front of him. He roamed over the woman's tattered clothes and unmoving chest. She had been dead before he pulled her out, he was sure of it. He wound on her shoulder... it looked like someone had bitten her. What the actual fuck could have happened? This night took a turn, and not the turn Rhys wished it to take.

Where were the employees? Lifeguards? Rhys tried to convince himself he was a fool. He knew nothing of saving people from drowning and thus when he presumed her dead, maybe Delaney could bring her back. People came back from drownings, right? Paired with some vomiting up of water, everything would be peachy. Rhys's lips pressed into a line as he recognised his own gaslighting attempt. Then the Asian woman spoke again, catching Rhys's attention. His eyes went over her briefly. He recognised it now, that had to be a Japanese accent. One of Willow's university friends had the same. His attention went to the woman on the ground, who jerked. Had Delaney's attempts worked? Though, his relief was quickly obliterated by the terror of the 3-seconds-ago-hella-dead woman who seemed to attack his dance partner. Attack, like a rabid dog. Rabies? He could practically hear the woman's molars crash together with a nasty bite.

"Delaney!" Surprised by his own fast acting, Rhys dashed forward, grabbing the woman by the arm and pulling her off the blonde. The act, and his slippery wet shoes, made him fall backwards on his ass and he let go of the woman's arm. At least she was off the doctor though, but two milky clouded eyes settled on him and she... snarled. What the fuck? Rhys started to scamper backwards, looking around for... what actually? Help? A weapon? He couldn't pommel a wounded woman, right?

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Rhys cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at the blonde before him when she decided to breach the distance and lean in. Her scent surrounded him and it broke through smells of alcohol, sweet drinks and sweaty bodies around them. She smelled fresh, like she just showered, with a hint of sunscreen and a flower he wouldn't be able to name. When she faced him again, he gave her a short nod and repeated her name soundlessly with his mouth. His features turned into a grin and he looked down for a moment, shaking his head due to her antics. She danced closer to him then, and Rhys let his hands go to her hips as they swayed against him.

The music was loud, but not deafening, as the speakers were further away and the pair danced close to the pool. It was a goddamn miracle no one had fallen in drunk yet. Though, a resort this size and reputation, he was sure there would be lifeguards on duty would that happen. The last thing the resort would want during a party was a scandal, right? The music wasn't to his taste, but he couldn't deny it unfroze his hips as he danced to the rhythm. After a brief moment, he dropped his bad arm back to his side to give it a break, but the rest of his body was full into the dance. It wasn't that Rhys had come very close to dying, or something. Sure, had become gravely injured, but death had been off the table. His mind wasn't too caught up to that yet at the moment his rope had snapped, though, tumbling down and seeing a half-inflated safety mattress. He had been sure of dying in those brief seconds. And so maybe, he should enjoy life even more than he already had, cause it could be over in a flash. He knew that now. So to hell with relaxing. He was set on some activities tonight.

So he lost himself in the music. And this stranger that danced with him. Her scent, the warm air around them, the laughter. The bass was rhythmic in his ears and body as he enjoyed the dance. And even though some yelling between people wasn't odd, a certain yell sounded so horrific Rhys perked up and looked up and over Delaney's head, to a woman who looked like she'd seen a ghost. He came to a standstill, much like the patrons around him, and followed the pointer finger of the woman to the other side of the pool. His other hand dropped off Delaney's hip as he spotted a wounded woman, obviously bleeding and stumbling forward, reaching out for help. Her blouse was gashed to pieces, and a large open wound on her shoulder made his own scar ache. And no one was giving any help. Hell, someone even moved out of the way.

"What the..." he said softly, but stopped when he witnessed the woman fall into the pool. Several things happened at once, including the woman he'd seen at the bar raising her voice, asking for a doctor in the crowd. Rhys sure as hell wasn't one, he had a doctorate degree but he dealt with sprains and hernias. But, a doctor wouldn't do any good to the woman's wounds if she drowned in the pool or bled out in it. The pool itself was already becoming a sickening shade of pink as two girls who previously occupied floaties clambered out of it. His eyes flickered down to Delaney, and then he moved without thinking. He only had to move a couple of big steps around the pool as he palmed his phone, pulling it from his pocket. He placed it down on the pool's edge at the same time he leaned down and planted his palm on that same edge, jumping in. Thankful that he found footing. This was the shallow end of the pool. He waded over to her and blocked out what was happening outside of the pool. Her hair was loose, long and dark, and floating in the lit-up pool in a disturbing manner. This surely wasn't an image he would be getting out of his head very soon.

The blood in the water seeped right into his green shirt and Rhys scrunched his nose and the specific mix of the smell of blood and chlorine as he reached her. He took her shoulders and spun her around. He didn't know if she was still alive, but that wasn't his role right now. He had to get her out so someone actually qualified could look at her. He pulled her toward the closest edge of the pool, careful to keep her face above water. At the edge, two men took her from Rhys and heaved her out of the pool and onto the edge.

Rhys blinked and looked down at himself. Soaked and bloodied. Jesus fucking Christ, this evening took a turn. Taking a sidestep and he placed his palms on the edge of the pool and pulled himself out.