Room 10 [by Smurfs]

I arrived at the hotel for my four-day vacation. When I entered the lounge I saw a strange reception guy. He was very tall, all black and white, with unnaturaly long arms. I reached for my key. "Room 10," it said. [[Take the key!]]

I took the key and slowly went upstairs, once or twice checking on the strange guy below. When I found the room, I noticed there was a puddle of blood on the floor. [[Leave!]] [[Complain!]] [[Enter!]]

This looks weird. Let´s go out. I literarily ran out from the hotel. To my astonishment - as I stepped out from the front gate - there were zombie-like creatures everywere walking slowly in all dirrections. [[Take a rock and throw it in a zombie!]] [[Do nothing!]]

I ran downstairs and informed the reception guy about the blood. The man didn´t moove a brow and gave me another room. I found the room and tired went to sleep. The key was still in my hand. It said"Room 10". [[...->you died]]

I used the key and entered the room. Then the door slamed shut behind me with a tiny click of the lock. I was locked in the room with no food and drink. [[...->you died]]

I took the nearest stone and threw it without hesitation to the nearest zombie. Lucky me! The stone easily killed the zombie. After an hour or so I finally escaped. [[...->you won]]

I did nothing. Just stood there and watched as the nearest zombie bit my head and ate my brain. [[...->death]]

Now as I recall this strange vacation, I feel it was a good job, those stones. Number ten still haunts me at night, but thanks to my throwing skills I am still alive.

A painful death. Then nothing.

It now ocurs to me, that the blood in front of the door must have been mine. My vacation was ruined.