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Day 1,937

It was midnight and the gulls were swarming. We watched them from the safety of the hotel bar and silently counted the number of guests to see if anyone had been lost or gained. We hoped for neither but expected the former.

We thought it was rain at first, the uneven spattering that echoed between the hastily parked cars. It wasn't until someone shone their phone torch out of the window that we saw how red the ground was becoming.

Seemed like the gulls found a straggler or two, not that we'd heard anything but they're awfully quiet just before they strike. We were all so shaken at the sight that we stopped trying to count our numbers and headed off to our rooms before the staff had even finished checking for open windows and other potential entry points.

I was one of the lucky ones. No trouble all night for me. Can't say the same for the rest of us. We were down eight by breakfast, not that I heard anything mind you, but there were a few wounded among us and one person I didn't recognise from the night before.

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