I walked through the door of the Ocean Escape Hotel; I could feel a heavy, musty smell invade my nose. As I walked through the main lobby I could see dead body's being carried out in a wheelbarrow looking thing that was soaked in blood.
When I walked on I could see several swat members invading rooms and stripping it of ever little piece of furniture. They were armed with M-4 carbines and HK-55's. I looked for a spare weapon but I could not find one. Instead I found a team of architectures and engineers (is the milk man going to be here next!?).
I looked around for the police captain, and I saw him busy with the dead manager. Now wondering where I should go since no one was telling me what to do, I headed to the storage room, alone, I probably shouldn't have but I did.
When I walked past the towels and soap re-fills, I saw I small hole in a shelf with ruined bricks and 2 X 4's scattered loosely on the ground below… a long rope! I walked through the 7-foot high hole and looked up, and saw a series of holes that, I presumed, where floors. Though hating to, I started to climb up the 120 foot hole, mean while doing the math. If this reported at 10:00 am and the bodies were dead for 7 hours that would mean they were dead at 3:00 am the average human can climb at 20 ft a minute and adding the fact that they massacred for a long time I presumed they be in the 12th floor, in the employee lounge.
Crawling through the 12th floor gap and nearly stepped in a puddle of blood, I stood up and walked over to past the main relaxing lounge and the manager office; I walked over to the storage room and looked around. Nobody, these guys worked fast I continued walked through the room, looking for anything useful, about halfway through the room I saw a air vent, I needed to get it open some how… After a short while I made a makeshift crowbar. I dug the crowbar hard into the vent door and pulled, until it came off, creating a loud clatter when it collided with the floor. Now I needed to get through and get to a hole I saw far away, but there was vent and rubble everywhere and I couldn't get through it by charging stupidly through. I would have to find away through it, the long way.
About 40 minutes later I managed to find the way through; basically using the hole in the wall and feeling around. I climbed out of the air vent and looked at my bleak surroundings, I didn't know what I was looking for but I was going to find it. As I looked around the room I started to feel as though I was slipping away from existence. I slowly slipped away from the conscious world, the mixture of the drugs, the medicine and the climb up here had exhausted me. I felt as though I was waking up, I looked around, and I instantly knew I was not awake, I was in a boiler room.
I stood up and silently walked around, feeling as though a deadly threat was nearby. I looked around feeling as if I knew this room. I slowly crept around, and everywhere I had just left I kept hearing a somewhat familiar laughter and a half moaning, half crying noise. I silently walked over to where I thought the noise was coming from, and I looked at a 17 year old girl with her boyfriend, who was half dead, resting his head on her lap. I heard laughter and saw movement in the corner of my eyes, and next thing I saw was a red and green sweater closing in on me, thinking quickly I sidestepped and grabbed a gas tank and leapt out of the guys punching range I fell back into a hard wall, and kept think it was a wall until the "wall" reached down and flung me across the room, and kept sliding until I chromed off a rock and went flying head over heels for 7 feet, in serous pain, wind knocked out of me, and bleeding, I somehow managed to stand up to turn and see to unfortunately familiar faces, Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees, though they did not remember me, I could tell.
I flung the gas tank at Jason only to have the tank be speared by Jason's machete. He grabbed and pulled the tank off his machete and threw it into the fire. When engulfed in flames it exploded, nearby scaring the two scared couple, still huddled in the corner. Seeing nothing else to do I rushed them head on, obviously used to having there victims doubled over in fear, never tackling them. I threw my shoulder into Freddy's jaw as hard as I could and then punching him on our way down, when we hit the ground it was hard, and then Jason tried to gut me with a pitch fork, so I grabbed a pipe that was nearby and saved myself from getting gutted by a about two inches, I lifted the pipe away from my face and got out from underneath Jason and kicked the pitchfork away, I was safe and I felt as though I was separating from the dream. But wait, what about the teenager? I jumped for them and grabbed them, and thankfully managed to get out of the dream with the two. "Medic, we need a medic over here," It was all I could say, after what they had been through and me having to remember what had happened a long time ago…
When a medic hurried over, I stood up and, in my current state of mind, didn't say anything to anyone and walked out. I wasn't half a block away when the whole thing just tipped and crashed into the ground and I could tell by the sickening crunch everyone in there would be dead. I kept walking through the screaming crowds rushing past the police tape and digging in the rubble for loved ones or any survivors. They had positioned the building perfectly in a place where it would snap after awhile. I just sat on I curb and thought about all the sacrificing that had been made had been for nothing that no one beside me new that Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees was back from hell.