This day couldn’t get any worse. It was maybe twelve, one in the morning, storming and you, your sister and maybe eleven other people were stuck in a shitty motel. One lady was bleeding out, her husband trying not to have a breakdown and their son in shock (Alice, George and Timmy) another couple (Ginny and Lou) were clearly toxic and last minute, the motel manger (Larry) was going around helping the driver (Edward) and the police officer (Rhodes) see if everyone was ok. The convict Rhodes had brought (Robert) was handcuffed to a toilet and your sister (Paris was trying to get something from the vending machine

You were standing with Paris until you heard thudding from the laundry room so you went inside. Three dryers were running so you opened the first two: nothing. You hesitantly open the last one and when it stops moving you move back the fabric to see the actresses (Caroline) head inside, blood everywhere. You scream falling back as you push back until you’re against the wall, your breathing heavy and a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Edward, Rhodes and Larry run in

Edward: “What is it?” He walks over to see if you’re ok and Rhodes and Larry walk over to the dryer seeing Caroline’s head

Rhodes: “Holy fuck”

Larry: “Jesus Christ”