Drama / Science Fiction / Dystopian Adventure

Death Resort

I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking…

I heard screaming as I slowly woke. Like someone had a war movie on in another room.

I woke up in a bed in the hotel room where we crashed last night. At the center of some themed resort island. I glance out of the windows and gasped as I see fire and smoke trails rising from various points of the island.

Panic and jump out of bed, frantically grabbing my clothes and getting dressed as the sound of screams gets louder and louder from outside my hotel door. Was there some military action or something going on? This was the Caribbean, for god’s sakes. Just my luck they decided to overthrow their government today.

Keep it together, James, I thought, still thinking it was a dream. I’d wake up any moment. Just stay focused. Before I have a chance to do anything else, someone began slamming on the outside of the hotel room door. They’re screaming incoherently.

I need to find some way to get out of here. I looked for any sort of weapon. There was a beer bottle in my room, that was about it. I grabbed it. Slam, slam, slam! I backed up against the tall windows and stared in horror at the door.