Week 5 - After The Massacre

[dolleyed]

[ Silence has settled in the resort, but the lack of auditory input hardly seems to matter when there is an overwhelming stench of death hanging in the air of the third floor. Burned flesh, the iron stench of blood, burned hair... guts and decay. All everywhere.

No staff appears to clean the mess. There's only yourselves now and the remnants of what used to be your friends. ]

Comments

[13thpromise]

I haven't seen any of them around, but...it doesn't mean there isn't something of them, maybe.

[ Roxas considers peering underneath one of the lounge couches, but that sounded so silly... ]

[dolleyed]

Exactly. I just... if we want to get out of here, we need to figure out what's going on. And one thing's for sure, nobody else is going to be telling us anymore.

[ Not that people telling them anything has been very useful up to now anyway. ]

[13thpromise]

...Yeah. And even if we don't find anything of them, maybe we can find something else--like that last box.

[ Roxas is sure that'll help them out somehow--when all of them were activated and such. It was one of the few leads they seemed to have in this place. ]

[dolleyed]

Is it me or is there a disproportionate amount of problems caused or solved via boxes in this place?

[ Maybe they should have just given the tiger a box to sit in, too. Maybe that'd just have fixed the issue on the spot. ]

[13thpromise]

It is kind of weird. Maybe this place is just a fan of square-shaped things.

[ Or a multi-dimensional universal constant for a place like this. ]