Day 2,139

The blood trails were impossible to avoid. It seemed like every turn she took there was another open door or staircase with yet more fresh crimson leading to somewhere she really didn't want to go. Still, after her fourth or fifth hallway and umpteenth set of trails in her peripherals she had to admit to herself that she was following them.

Unconsciously or not, she was going exactly where countless others had seemingly gone before and died somewhere along the line. She hadn't seen a body or even any signs of life aside from her own but the blood had to have come from somewhere... from someone or something or anything that meant she wasn't alone and wandering towards certain death.

Maybe she'd end up as a trail for the next person who thought they were going to wake up in the same hotel they fell asleep in only to wake up with a line of blood leading them down, down, ever downwards. She hoped her trail would be the last but the ones she was seeing looked fresher somehow and the faint scent of rotting meat was getting stronger.