Olly woke up in a panic; Eyes darting across the cracked walls of the cheap hotel. His forehead covered in last nights sweat. He sits up with an aching back, an erupt crack follows. After a few seconds he looks over to the other side of the bed. An angelic women in all silk is nested there, texting on her phone. The blonde beauty turns around, and soon Olly realises that her beauty was a cover from behind, as her wrinkly old face showed, and her smoke stained lips kissed towards him as she asks:
"Wheres my £60?"
"I...um..eh", Olly begins to fondle through his pockets in a panic, he now figures out how he actually got here.
"Im sorry, i havent got anything"
"Your such a pig,,, ugh"!
She scrapes her heels across the crooked floorboards, making a violent tear of white noise, then pulls against the handle, she boots at the door until it finally swings open. Just as she exits the room, a man covered in blood bashes her to the side and launches ontop of her, she begins to scream as her heel slides off and he begins to tear apart with his unhinged jaw.
Ollys eyes begin to finally open as he jumps off of the old, creaky bed. He tumbles to the floor followed by a boom that echoed through the corridor, it draws the attention of the biter as olly throws the door to a shut. A flurry of bangs strike the door as olly scrambles for the phone, he begins to scream as the connection is cut. Suddenly, the sound of the biter's body marching against the door had come to a painful hault... for once, silence had become the most worrying sound.
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