hotel

I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. there was no one laid on the ground, and no blood apart from a few drips from the blade.

I look at my watch and see it's ten thirty. I try to retrace my steps mentally. a blank just keeps hitting me head on. this is now freaking me out big time and my heart is racing and my breathing is getting hard it's like the harder I try to breathe in the less air I get but I need more oxygen, and it's just not happening. The room begins to blur then it fades to black.

My eyes slowly open my stomach is churning and there is a very distinct smell in the room. You know the smell of a mouse when it's died under the floorboards.  The smell of something dead. My mouth fills with saliva then I projectile vomit. where am I and what have I done?.

After whipping my mouth I get to my feet and pick up the knife. looking around the room I don't see anything special.a bed bedside table and lamp. A phone.wait a minute a phone. I grab the receiver and hold it to my ear fingers crossed.

No dial tone no voice nothing the phone was dead. I need to get in touch with my fiancee I'm getting married in two weeks. She will be worried I don't know how long I have been away but I'm usually messaging her or ringing her regularly. How stupid am I my phone. I pat myself down all my pickets are empty.  I put the knife in the back of my waist band and pull my shirt over slowly I open the one and only door in the room.

It opens into a corridor. The light is low but I can see. It looks like a hotel.  There is no sign of life. One of the wall mounted lights was flickering. It was causing a strobe effect. Thank God I don't have epilepsy. I can see at the end of the hall the lifts. Stealing my nerve I straighten up and walk with purpose towards the lift. after  I had passed around five doors of complete silence a door to my left banged loudly like someone had just run at it as hard as they could.

It startled me so much I hit the wall on the opposite side. I put my hand round my back and feel the knife it gives me comfort having a weapon. The dead smell is worse now I'm not sure if it is the hotel or if I've shit myself. unbelievably I let out a laugh at the thoughts I'm having. there is no more banging but I hear a moan from behind the door that just banged.

Someone must be hurt I open the door door just through instinct to help. I was not expecting to see a zombie. As soon as it saw me it swung an arm at me. I dodged back and reached for the knife. I pulled it out and push it straight through it's right eye. Just before I put the knife in I thought I heard a screen start to come out of it. I must have been mistaken.

I need to get out of here my legs pump up and down running to the lifts. The knife in my hand swinging back and forth, with my arms. I get to the lift and start jabbing my finger on the button rapidly. It pings and I hear it spring to life. That sixty seconds was the longest of my life.

The doors open and a woman in a maids outfit has her back to me.

"excuse me thank God  please help."

a guttural moan comes from her and she lunges at me just a natural reaction I bring the knife up it goes up under her jaw and she is held lifless on the blade. I notice that the blood is red and running free from her wound and she still smells of perfume. I guess the films must have got it wrong. I drip the woman's lifeless body and pull the knife free.

I hit the G button for ground. The doors close painfully slow. It is really weird being in a lift with quite and slightly relaxing music after what had just happened. The lift bounces to a stop and the doors part on an empty lobby.

Stepping out carefully is the most terrifying experience of my life up until this point. I hadn't got more than one step away from the lift when a strong hand dug it's fingers into my shoulder. I spin and insert the knife in the ear of this zombie. The zombie falls backwards and I see his face. He looks familiar because he is. His name is. Was David Smith I have known him all my life how has this happened. I drop to my knees and start to cry. I have just killed one of my oldest friends. Well technically he was already dead but now I finished him off.

I get back to my feet and run for the door. The knife still in my hand. I burst out of the front door into a busy Street of normal people shopping. Men women and children traffic driving up and down the road. quickly I put the knife back in my waist band. My best man appears around the corner of the building laughing.

"What the fuck is going on."

I shout at him. rage running through my vains. unconsciously I'm clenching my jaw so hand that my gums start to bleed.

" It's the last part of your stag do. Me and David came up with the idea of drugging you and letting you wake up in this escape room scenario I hope you liked it because it cost a fortune. Where is dave anyway?"

"Come with me we need to talk."

I can't go to jail I'm getting married but it looks like I have just killed three innocent people. James my best man is the only guy that can tell. So I lead him down a dark passage between two buildings. one hand on his shoulder the other hand reaching for the knife.