Over the next few days, the tourists fed on packaged food that was left in their rooms. Lexi had her own bag of backup food, which was nutrition bars and bottled water. She didn't trust the food that was given; it smelled funny, like there was meat in it, but not animal meat. Besides that, there was no way to reach the other side of the gate, so she couldn't investigate. She was in her cabin most of the time, reading the files over and over again, trying to put the pieces together. She didn't notice anything that was happening outside but she did notice how the sun almost never came out. Then one day, things got bad.

Lexi walked out of her cabin at 6:13 pm. She was wearing a short black pleaded skirt, a long sleeve black shirt over a white button up shirt with the collar sticking up. It was snug and showed off her figure. She wore fishnets stockings with wide diamond holes and her midcalf doc martin boots. She wasn't cold, the weather was quite warm. She had her hair down. It covered the row of bullets she had on a strap that was on her back. It was supported by the straps that her around her shoulders. The gun was a standard punisher and was attached to her garter high on her left thigh under her skirt. It was well hidden.

She saw 3 tourists sitting on the ground waiting for something, the others were gone. Lexi walked over to them.

"Have you seen Carlos?" asked a lady.

"No. Where's everyone else?" asked Lexi.

"They went out to find some fruit but they haven't been back since yesterday", said the lady.

All of a sudden a man with a basket came up to them. It was full of mangos and lemons. He must've been Carlos.

"Oh thank you Carlos! These look great. Where are the others? Did you find them?" said the lady as she grabbed a mango.

"I don't know, I didn't see them.", said Carlos.

As the woman started biting the mango, she noticed far in the distance were two men pushing a wheel barrel with…a dead person inside! Oh god it was one of the tourists. The men weren't familiar at all, most likely locals? Then she saw a woman following them-

"OH! EWWW!" the lady with the mango yelled, breaking Lexi's concentration. The lady dropped her mango. It was infested with maggots as seen in the bite marks. The others gasped and drooped their fruit. Lexi looked back at the locals and the woman was running at her, screaming like an animal. She ran up to Lexi and grabbed her neck. The other tourists looked in shock, not doing anything. Lexi kicked off the woman and snapped her neck. The tourists screamed then other locals came running at them, also screaming like animals. Lexi ran into the cabin hoping that last remaining tourist would follow but the locals already got to them and started attacking them. There was nothing Lexi could do, it was an ambush. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She ran upstairs as she heard these people or monsters banging on the door. She hid in the closet, hoping they wouldn't smell her. They weren't zombies were they? She heard them break the door open.

She heard them speaking Spanish. Zombies can't speak. What were they? They were saying 'search the house. Find the redhead.' Lexi understood because she knew 3 languages and one of them is Spanish. She figured if they found her, she run or fight, even though it would be 9 against 1. But she didn't know where she'd run. She was trapped in that area. She heard footsteps coming upstairs and then in front of the closet door. She took out her gun and shot the man in the face through the door, splattering the wood. Held his eye and she kicked him to the floor. She ran for the window and climbed out of it, running on the roof. All those 'people' ran into the house as she jumped off the roof and made a smooth landing on her feet. As she ran away, she looked back to see if they were following her, all of a sudden she ran into a man. He quickly grabbed her neck, picked her up, and threw her harshly over his head onto the ground, knocking her out cold.

As she layed on the floor, unconscious, the people came close to her and circled her. One of the men looked at her. She had a cut on her forehead that was bleeding. A head injury. The man now looked at the man that threw her. He spoke to him in Spanish:

"What the hell is wrong with you? Salazar wanted her unharmed. He'll have your head", said the man.

"She's fine. Salazar won't care as long as he has her," said the other man.

That's it so far? Is it good? I hope so. R&R