The zombies pushed us past the cute front lobby and herded us deeper into the hotel like badly trained employees following a very questionable management policy.
We passed the weird hall with six elevators first.
I looked over briefly to notice that not one of them actually worked. On one of them, the doors sat halfway open with dried blood smeared across the metal frame while the call buttons blinked weakly beside it like they still thought somebody important was coming.
Clearly I needed to leave a horrible review or else none of this was getting fixed.
But apparently today was not that day. Our hosts were very determined to get us wherever it was that they wanted us to go. I would have to leave a scathing letter later.
We were then brought into a hallway that split off toward the indoor pool next, one of those fancy hotel signs hanging crookedly overhead with elegant little arrows pointing toward the spa, fitness center, and relaxation lounge.
Relaxation.
