Thunder roared in the distance. The earth rumbled. The air and ground were agitated. They vibrated with the power that no man can hope to possess. I heard the wet mud splatter as I scurried to the dark yellow building ahead of me for shelter. My movements were like that of a rat being chased into a hole.
I rapped violently at the door. The place seemed almost freshly painted. The windows were guarded with thick curtains that hung down like a villains cape. My eyes scanned the building. The once grand place that I saw it to be from afar now seemed unimpressive. It stopped abruptly at five storeys. I wondered what such an establishment was doing in the middle of nowhere. The petrichor of the surroundings hit my senses. The walls near the door felt grainy, like a sandpaper. I knocked once more.
The door opened slowly, letting go of a loud, resounding creak. The disfigured face of a tall man glanced at me. A large scar spread across his right cheek. He had grayish skin and his face was darkened by the shadows of the outside world. He had many wrinkles, but only of experience. His back seemed to be so frail that one could snap it by just blowing. The man had no expression as he led me in.
I stopped by the dining room, where many people were eating their dinner. I realised I was in a hotel, The people walked about like zombies. An old man emerged from the crowd. He had white hair and deep folding wrinkles on his yellowing skin. It was apparent that he was worried. He was the only guest who looked somewhat human. His experienced, glistening eyes held a secret. A terrible secret.
I was led away from the others. I thought about the man. His looks of worry. His unusual behaviour. Something was wrong. I was not supposed to be a part of it, yet I was pulled in. I had no escape, like a rat caught in a trap, waiting to be killed.
