Most of the group walked away from the lobby and into the restaurant, leaving Alex alone in the strange lobby. The sound of conversation flowed from the restaurant although it was muffled, he could make no sense of what the others where saying. Most likely in the quest of breakfast, although how they could eat in these odd circumstances he did not know.
That man with camera, Jordon, said it was living tissue. Alex found that rather hard to believe, there is no way that this building could be covered with flesh... that's crazy. Crazy or not, he felt the need to examine the fabric further. He always had to examine things further, it was his nature. He pressed his face against the glass to get as close to the substance as possible, he was not blind or in the need of glasses but his eyes where starting to age, he could not see as clearly as he used to.
Yes... yes... he could see why someone would think that it looks like flesh but thinking it was flesh? That was obscene! Someone has been watching too many movies, clearly this is some sort of political stunt. Fur is murder, all that crap, it ruined his day, that was for sure.
He pulled his face away from the window and rubbed his chin. This was obscene, they would have told him that he couldn't leave this hotel... they wouldn't have sold him his room. It was possible that they left a back door open, that might be what the others where looking for. No need to chase after them, they would come and collect him if they found a way out of here. Alex started pacing back and forwards. It was possible the hotel staff didn't know about this. A group of people, twenty maybe, could easily put up something in the early hours of the morning. Most people wouldn't think much about the hotel itself or the possibility of people inside. Heh, people where probably outside right now, enjoying the show. Why this hotel in particular though? It was out of the way, rather bland and boring, it wasn't even that big. Just a regular hotel. Doing this on a Hilton, that he could understand, but this place? Why the hell would that happen!
He stopped walking backwards and forwards. He noticed before that the lobby had a computer. Maybe he could get some information from the computer system, it was unlikely but worth a shot. He walked around behind the lobby desk. There where no answers, just more questions. A struggle was evident. Papers where thrown around the desk and floor, the stool was tipped over and it looked like someone had thrown the keyboard on the floor. He also remembered the phone being off the hook when he tried to use it earlier. How he did not notice the rest of the mess was beyond him, must have been too busy with the windows. He flicked through the papers on the floor. There where nothing really. Insurance forms, bills, a hot water status report. Nothing usual, just junk. He bent down to pick up the stool and fallen papers when he noticed a shimmer of red on the side of the desk.
Blood. A bloodied hand print. "What the hell is this" he muttered. Someone was murdered here, that was clear. This was crime scene, he was trapped in a crime scene and it was possile... the murderer never left. He looked around and couldn't see any more blood... or a body, odd that all other blood has been cleaned but the hand print was not. Maybe the people that put this thing up other the walls broke into the hotel, there was an unfortunate lobby clerk here, they got killed. Yeah, that made sense. It made perfect sense.
But now what to do about the others. Could he trust them, would they trust him. Did they need to know what happened here? He took a sip of vodka. It was best that they knew, but not yet.
He walked away from the desk and back to the window, pretending that nothing happened.
