Leon Hendrix crashed to the floor, a small frantic cry slipping from his mouth, a cry of both desperation and fear. He scrambled to his feet, clawing at the carpeted hallway floor as he rushed upright and forward. The inhuman growls of the two men close behind him chilled him to the bone. Leon steadied himself and surged forward, his veins racing with adrenaline as he ran back for his third floor room. A normally rational and laid back man, fear was all that he felt now, fear for his life which these blood soaked madmen seemed to covet ending.
It had all started just after he had awakened in the hotel room. Not his room, but the room of the foxy Japanese woman on vacation in Banoi. Unlike so many of the residents of the hotel, Leon had forgone the Sam B concert from the night before. Instead choosing to spend time at the mini-bar on the second floor. After all, Leon owned every song the hip-hop artist had released, and he had no interest in dancing around star struck amidst a chaotic conglomerate of disorienting lights and partygoers smelling of cheap beer and pineapple. After all, he could get just as lucky at a mini-bar and just as drunken.
The woman he met was a Japanese-American exchange student in her younger days, and was now attending university at USC in Los Angeles. Having been exposed too long to western culture and enjoying the freedom from her badgering Japanese parents, Leon marked her as an easy catch. After a bit of biology based chatter, bragging to her about being a college professor, and several Vodka and Jell-O shots, the pair ended up in her room for the night.
Leon woke this morning to find the woman gone and her belongings as well as various articles of furniture thrown about the room. Presumably, to him, this had meant there was a wild party or “get-together” in here that he had missed in his drunken sleep, or the woman was what they call “an angry drunk” and had left the room and was staggering about the hotel at that point.
Leon planned to wait for his hostess, until he heard the screams and shouts from throughout the hotel, as well as what sounded like at one point an emergency alarm. He threw on his clothes and decided to get back to his room, and had taken barely ten paces down the hall when he was met by two men in the hallway. A security guard and a rather obese hotel guest in a straw hat and a floral shirt. No sooner had he posed the question of what was happening then the pair went into some sort of rage induced fits of growling and groaning and began pursuing him down the hall, their arms and mouths smeared with what looked like blood.
Leon rushed into his hotel room and slammed the door behind him, the lock clicking. He then grabbed a nearby arm chair and drug it across the carpeted floor and pushed it against the door. He leapt back as a heavy blow struck the door, and it began shaking and rattling. He could hear the two psychopaths outside, growling and moaning as they beat and pounded on his door. “Shit,” he hissed , he had reached for the hotel room phone only to hear a busy signal ,”what the hell is going on?”
He checked his cell phone, the battery was fully charged but their was absolutely no service. Not a single bar to be seen flickering.
“Okay...” he mouthed to himself as the pounding at his door continued. He rushed over to the balcony and leaned over the railing, looking down below toward the entrance to the hotel. “What... the fuck?”
The single two lane road that lead through the gate was littered with what looked to be...
bodies. He could see vehicles crashed together and rolled over beside the drive-in. And the sounds of screams, sirens, and ungodly roars filled his ears.
