Vanny

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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It had seemed her assumptions as to where the staff rooms had been were wrong.

Corrected by her bar acquaintance, the woman quickly explained to their motley group that the hotel's staff rooms were in fact not in the basement, but rather just a few levels above the main floor. Though they had the keys to access it, however, there was still the issue of getting to the elevator that could bring them to safety. There were a number of elevators in the main hotel lobby, Rina had remembered seeing, but with how everyone had been swarming towards the hotel, they were most likely going to have to fight their way to safety from undead and perhaps guest alike.

"I'll..." A split hesitation came from Rina before she quickly cast away any doubts she might've had. "I'll take the lead."

Tightly clutching the tiki polearm within her hands, Rina began to follow the crowd further into the hotel. She had hoped the others were still following her as she pushed through the bloodied mass of people, but there wasn't much time to look back. Judging from the screams, the pandemonium outside was only getting worse, and with everyone flooding towards the hotel building, the chaos was following them inside, too. But Rina couldn't worry about that. Not if she and the others wanted to get out of here while there still was a chance for them to do so.

Thankfully, it wasn't that far of a walk for the group to reach one of the many elevators that were scattered throughout the hotel. But as Rina approached the elevator, she was greeted with a gruesome sight. A bloody hand stained the metal on the wall, evidently left by the half-devoured body in front of the elevator that was currently being feasted on by a group of zombies. Zombies that would suddenly stop focusing on the corpse and turn their gaze to Rina, clearly eager for a chunk of some more fresh food.

"A little help here?!" Rina asked, pointing one end of the torch towards the undead. The torch's length meant that she could probably hold them off for a little, but it didn't change the fact that she was still outnumbered in this fight.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Just popping in for a second to say that I'm still around. I'll likely get a post out today.

@Zombiedude101 Still with us?

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@Qia I was originally planning on the staff rooms to be in the basement (so that they'd be "out of sight" from the guests) but this is a "semi-linear" RP in regards to player involvement/decisions, so it's perfectly fine with me if Amelia would know where the staff rooms were instead.

@Zombiedude101 I had already declared the RP full awhile back, but given that we just had a player drop, I'll allow for a sheet as long as you can get it in soon so we can move on forward to the staff rooms/to the hotel.

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I've been thinking and I'm unfortunately got nothing in the tank for this so I'm going to pull out. Good luck to everyone tho.

@mickilennial

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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As Rina watched the carnage with pure shock on her face, a hand suddenly shot in front of her, snapping its fingers in an attempt to bring her back into reality. The voice it belonged to declared they needed to get going, and grabbed Rina's wrist to pull her along with him and the doctor woman from before. Forcing her body to move despite the fear in her eyes and heart, Rina quickly realized that the man was right. If she—no, they—wanted to live, then they needed to get out of here and to safety while they still had a chance.

While her newfound saviors had focused on the way out, Rina's thoughts went to defense, having been motivated by a sudden sense of self-preservation. People were eating each other, and they were going to need something to defend themselves with if they didn't wish to become an all-you-can-eat buffet along with them. Looking around the pavilion, Rina noticed a couple long, unlit tiki torches nearby, and proceeded to pull one out of the ground.

Twirling the torch around in her hands, Rina took a deep breath and readied herself for anyone coming their way. She didn't know if she had it in herself to kill anyone in self-defense, and her only experience with any kind of weapon was with props, but Rina was confident the tiki torch would be enough to keep them at bay long enough for them to make their get-away. It had to be if they wanted to live.

Once the others had found a set of staff keys, Rina then turned her attention to the hotel. She had no idea where the staff rooms were, and Rina could only figure the others had no idea either, evident by them asking the question in the first place.

"Maybe the basement?!" Rina responded, throwing a random guess out and hoping she had been correct.

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I will probably be posting sometime today. Been a little busy lately.

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Going to update everyone on Martian's situation (before I forget to announce it again):

They're still around, but as of right now they are going through several things IRL and so they haven't posted because of it. Martian says he'll give me a shout again on the 26th, but I just figured to let you all know as well.

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"You hear the screeching of an owl,
You hear the wind begin to howl,
You know there's zombies on the prowl,
And it's terror time again,
They've got you running though the night,
It's terror time again,
And you just might die of fright,
It's a terrifying time."

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

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"Jesus fuck!" A voice shouted from the crowd. "You just murdered that woman!"

Upon the doctor spiking the rabid woman in the head with her heel, pandemonium broke loose throughout the party. Everything quickly turned chaotic, and the once happy-go-lucky atmosphere of the party had all but evaporated by then. Guests began to scream in horror, while others quickly fled the premises to distance themselves from the scene. Various drinks were spilled and chairs had been tossed aside, creating a massive mess all on the pavilion ground as people bumped into each other.

Scrambling to get out of the way of the stampede, Rina had been completely in shock. Not only had Rina just seen someone mangled and bleeding out, but she also saw that very same woman attack other people like some rabid animal. But then... then the doctor had spiked the employee in the head with her heel, murdering her. It was enough that she could feel the contents of her stomach rumble, which Rina immediately tried to fight to avoid hurling at the thought that she had just watched someone be executed.

What were they supposed to do? Place the woman under arrest? Get out and call the police? The coast guard? Rina had no idea; her instincts trapped between fight or flight. Sure, the woman had attacked the doctor and others... but that was never an excuse to outright execute someone with a spike to the head!

Before Rina could figure out what to do next, however, the chaos took another turn for the worse. As the stampede began to break way from the pavilion, the screams of terror suddenly increased in frequency. Some sounded pained, as if they were being attacked. Others began to shout in similar anguish, with the word "zombie" being thrown around every now and then.

As she stumbled into a table to avoid being ran over by a group of panicked guests fleeing towards the hotel, it was then when Rina had realized the full grasp of the event-turned-mayhem. A few bloodied men, much like the resort employee before, had pinned someone to the ground and began to disembowel them alive. Her heart raced unsteadily in shock, unable to do anything else but watch with wide, terrified eyes as the men feasted on the guest's organs and flesh like some kind of wild predator.

Everyone needed to run. She needed to run. But the prior courage she had just found was once again overtaken by fear, her muscles tense and frozen in place as more and more zombies began to flood into event pavilion. She and everyone else were all going to die, Rina believed. Retribution had truly come for her on this night.

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Delaney took killer heels to a new level, huh.

@Days

Well, it does tie in pretty well to what I have planned for my next GM/Rina post that I'll be using to move us along to another location (at least depending on how I plan on writing it).