The Crown Plaza Hotel. Formerly a quality 4 star, self-contained holiday resort, but now had been left to rot. A week had passed since the E-virus had infiltrated the resort, apparently braking out on the 6th floor of the 9 storey hotel, and the government had condemned the infected and uninfected alike to their fates. As no cure had been discovered yet, it was safer to establish quarantines to contain the virus, the Crown Plaza Hotel resort and surrounding grounds had been quickly cordoned off after the outbreak there and was designated Quarantine: Crown Plaza. Although this was not the only quarantined zone.
While more and more of the guests at the resort had become infected, there were small pockets who had managed to remain hidden for the past week. Most of these had barricaded themselves in their rooms, only venturing out at night (when it was apparently safer) to gather supplies from the vast food court, and the small warehouse hidden in a hillside within the resort, however not many knew of this.
One of these hidden groups of uninfected guests were holed up on the 3rd floor, in room 267. Inside were four girls; Claire, Rachel, Mississippi (or Missi to her friends) and Mary. All four were in their early twenties and had only been on holiday for 2 days before the outbreak. Luckily for them they had all been in their room when the infection started to escalate. That is, except for the 5th member of their group; Kirsty. She had been out, booking the group's spa session when the virus began to rapidly spread through the hotel and resort, the other girls hadn't seen her since.
"Well I didn't think we would have spent this much time just in our room," Mary chirped wryly. "I knew we should've gone abroad but you wanted us all to go to Crown Plaza," snapped Rachel, angling an angry stare towards Missi. "Oh it's amazing! Oh you'll love it! Look how fucking great it is now!" continued Rachel in a mocking tone, pointing out the window, down at the deserted resort and its attractions, save for a few infected ambling around, with the government installed perimeter fence just visible in the distance. "How was I supposed to know!" retorted Missi. Claire had the coolest head between the four and tried to make peace, "Ok you two, cool it! Rachel, just leave off. Shouting and arguing won't help". "What we need to do is get some more supplies, I think we'll have run out by tomorrow evening," said Mary. "Or escape" chimed in Missi, "But I thought you loved it here..." quipped Rachel. "Fuck off!", Missi responded in a wounded tone. "Hey! We've got to stick together," Claire said trying to calm matters, "We need to decide what to do".
After tempers had simmered down, the girls managed to put together some ideas about what action to take. "I'm still worried about Kirsty. What if she's infected, or hiding somewhere?" pined Mary. "If she is infected, there's not much we can do.... But we can't really just abandon her in case she isn't," added Claire. After much deliberation, the quartet had had narrowed down their choices to the three most sensible courses of action. "Ok girls. So what are we going to do?"
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