Covering Ray’s body with the bed sheet, Claire hesitated for a few moments before entering the corridor outside the room. Closing the door, she took the time to lock it and slipped the key into her pocket.
Heading straight down the stairs, she approached the dining room, stopping when David came out.
“Is your friend okay?”
Claire wasted no time lying to the question, “He’s fine. Still unconscious, but he should come out of it.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” David glanced towards the stairs, “I was going to check the rooms and make sure the windows are all shut.”
“Probably a good idea.” Claire nodded, “But don’t take any unnecessary chances, the Vishtitza could have you stripped to the bone in minutes.”
David headed up the stairs, continuing until he reached the second floor. Making straight for Samantha and Claudia’s room, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Approaching the closed window, he checked the latch was securely fastened.
“Is it locked?”
David turned to see Samantha standing in the open doorway, “Yeah, these moth things aren’t getting in this way.”
Pushing the door shut as she entered, Samantha approached him. “Mind if I check for myself.”
“Not at all.”
Moving forward as he stepped to one side to let her reach the window, Samantha turned when she was almost past him.
There was a look of bewilderment on his face when she thrust the blade of the kitchen knife into his chest.
Pushing him down onto the bed, she clamped her hand over his mouth as she sliced the blade across the front of his throat.
Once he stopped trying to struggle against her, Samantha discarded the bloodied knife on the bed next to the body and returned to the window.
Finding it impossible to turn the latch to open the window, she clenched her fist and smashed through the glass.
Pulling her hand back, she looked at the wounds and pulled out a shard of glass which was pierced the back of her hand.
Watching the wound heal, she took a few steps back from the broken window, a smile appearing on her face as the moths surged through and covered David’s unmoving body.
Her attention turned towards the door when she heard a key in the lock, unable to move fast enough to avoid being seen as the door opened.
Claudia screamed as she saw Samantha standing by the bed where the moths had covered David’s body.
Remaining motionless as Claudia began to run along the corridor towards the stairs, Samantha turned to the moths and watched them surge forth from the bloodied corpse left on the bed.
Stumbling on the carpet, Claudia glanced back as the moths swarmed towards her.
Hearing the screams from the second floor corridor, Kenny led the way up the stairs as Claire managed to stay close behind him.
Reaching the second floor, he stopped as soon as he saw the moths covering Claudia’s body.
Grabbing Kenny’s arm as he started to move towards the body, Claire pulled him back. “It’s too late.”
Samantha stepped out from the room with Claudia’s body between her and the stairs. She produced a convincing expression of fear as she looked across at Kenny and Claire, “Help me.”
Rushing into the nearest room, Kenny stripped the bed and returned to the corridor. Taking a few steps towards Claudia’s body, he tossed the bed sheet over the moth covered mass.
As soon as the sheet was covering Claudia’s body, Kenny took the chance and rushed towards Samantha. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her back to the stairs, passing the sheet covering the body.
Kenny and Samantha making it to the top of the stairs, Claire keep her attention on the sheet. “Get to the dining room and get everyone inside.”
As the two of them began racing down the stairs, Claire saw stains of blood appearing on the sheet and several of the moths emerging from beneath it.
She set off running down the stairs.
Reaching the lobby, she saw Kenny ushering the last of the other guests into the dining room. Making for the door as Kenny began to close it, she dashed inside moments before the door clicked shut.
Pulling off one of the tablecloths, Claire rolled it up and raced to cover the gap at the bottom of the doors.
She took a step back when the moths covered the glass of the dining doors, “That should keep them out.”
Viki focused on the panel on the wall, “What about the vent?”
The moths leaving the door almost the instant Viki spoke, Claire grabbed another tablecloth and reached the entrance to the air vent. Opening the grating, she began blocking the vent with the tablecloth.
Her hand still inside the vent, Claire felt a stinging pain on her middle finger and withdrew rapidly. Closing the grating, she looked at the blood from the tiny wound on her finger.
Her gaze travelling to the others in the room, she felt her legs buckling and she crashed forward, smashing into the side of a table before she hit the carpet.