After escaping prison alongside Danny, you two made it to a old motel, moulding carpet and the stench of dust filled the room. Danny was exhausted and irritable.

However, in the middle of the room was a single, metal framed bed, Danny’s eyes twitched “That son of a bitch! I said two beds!“ he sneered, he rubbed his tired eyes and threw his bag down.

He sat himself on the bed, squeaking under his weight, “I feel like this bed, hasn’t been cleaned either….” He said Peeling back the covers.