The ringing of the sirens pierced the silent existence of room 217. Initially, Maria was sprawled across the hotel bed with the covers strewn all about. She was always a restless sleeper. After the sirens though, Maria bolted up to a sitting position. The groggy figure climbed out of bed and made her way towards the windows.

Some fucking resort...

Maria stepped over to the phone to demand some explanation but the lack of a dial tone quickly threw her off. She became less angry and more confused. It was time to go to the front desk and get some answers. Maria shed her nightgown and put on some sweats and a loose fitting top and began to head out.

Jimmy laid in his bed thinking about the week to come. His manager told him that he needed this vacation, he was reluctant to go at first but he was beginning to unclench. A couple more of the contest winners were roomed near him, it was kind of strange that they didn't have all of the rooms together. He didn't know any of them but one of them was a blonde woman and the other with darker hair. and Jimmy had got himself up and went to the gym. It seemed kind of strange that he didn't see a single person on his way there or anyone in the gym itself. "Hello? " He said loudly to see if anyone was in the now assumed empty workout space. It was about six o clock when he started jogging on the treadmill. After about 15 minutes he stopped and started jump roping. A few hundred rotations later three sirens blasted through the recreation area. Dropping the jump rope to cover his ears, Jimmy looked around for the source of the noise. "What the fuck......" He said as the noise ended as quickly as it came.

Hearing the door open Jimmy turned around. A strange looking man stood there with smirk on his face. Jimmy was definitely getting bad vibes from this newcomer. "Do you work here?" He said cautiously. The man just smiled, then quickly brandished a knife and charged at Jimmy. Easily dodging the lunge Jimmy put the guy into a headlock and forced him to drop the knife. They tussled a bit until the guy backed Jimmy into a large mirror, breaking his hold on the perpetrator. There was no holding back, Jimmy was now sure this was a kill or be killed scenario. Both of them stood up and Jimmy raised his fists. the man took a few swings and Jimmy returned with few right hooks. They were both now bleeding, the perpetrator a lot more so than Jimmy. The guy took one last lunge at Jimmy and met an uppercut to the jaw. He was down. "What the fuck is going on here?" Jimmy said angrily. As he turned around to leave he heard the guy yet again charging at him. Thinking quickly, Jimmy grabbed a nearby 25 lb dumb bell and whipped around. The solid steel dumbbell met the man's right temple just in time, with a sickening thud. The man yelped and fell to the ground with what could only be a very fractured skull. Jimmy left the gym in a hurry to see if he could find someone, anyone at all. Eventually he wound up in his hallway. The woman with darker hair was now out and standing looking just as confused as he was. "Hey what the fuck is going on here?" He said concerned.

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Julia sat at her desk, fingers rapidly typing into the keyboard of her laptop. The screen lit up her face in an eerie, bluish glow, and her eyebrows furrowed as she read over the words, only to press hard on the backspace button, erasing the message. Mackenzie had been so proud to come up with the idea of Julia writing a blog whilst away on her travels, but what had at first seemed like a wonderful thought had fizzled out into a burden. What to write about? There was only so much that she could say about the pretty scenery. Aside from the nice landscape, Julia had seen nothing else to attract her interest. Aside from the other competition winners and the hotel staff, she hadn't actually seen anyone. She knew that the island was supposed to be rather secluded, but really? How was she supposed to write an intriguing piece about the Island's culture when there was absolutely no culture to speak of? Julia sighed, closing the lid of her laptop and placing her head in her hands. "Just enjoy it." She sighed to herself, her eyes slowly closing.

Julia woke up very suddenly at her desk, her eyes snapping open as her slumber was shattered by the blare of an alarm. "What the-?" She glanced at the clock on beside her. 6:45 AM. She stood up, her back slightly sore from sleeping in a sitting position. She clamped her hands to her ears in an attempt to drown out the siren.

A loud knock sounded at the door, and Julia sighed in relief before moving to open it. "Ah, hi... What's going on? Is there a fire or something?" She looked up at what she assumed would be a member of the hotel staff, only for her gaze to be met by a middle-aged man with a clean-shaven face and, most notably, a knife in his hand. Julia's eyes widened, and in a split second, she tried to slam the door shut. His leather-clad foot barred the door's closing, and he pounded against the door, pushing her back. "Who are you? What do you want?!" He walked towards her, a small smile on his face as he brandished the blade. Julia stepped back, eyes wide with fear. "Get out! What are you-?!" He lunged towards her, and Julia let out a small scream, leaping aside as to avoid being stabbed. As he moved to follow her, she grabbed the thing nearest to her -the desk lamp- and swung it hard at his head. The bulb shattered on his face, causing him to swear profusely, rubbing at the shards nearest his eyes. Julia then spun around, running out the door. "Oy! Get back here, you bitch!" She heard him yell after her, only for her to grab the desk chair as she left the room, slamming the door closed and jimmying the chair under the handle. The door rattled as her attacker tried in vain to open it, and she stepped back, hands shuddering, her voice barely a whisper. "What the hell is going on?"

Jimmy,looked at her, now realizing that he was bleeding. "Oh yeah, I'm used to to that. " He said. He got injuries like that a lot being a boxer, they didn't really bother him all that much anymore. Just then the blonde girl who was rooming next to them came racing out of her room. Having quickly barred her door with a chair. "I assume there's another killer in there?" He said to her. Just then a new person came up from behind him. Whipping around ready to fight again, Jimmy realized it was another confused tenant just like them.

The blonde girls door was now violently beginning to rattle. "That's not gonna hold him forever" He said to her. Now noticing that they had all kind of gathered near his door. He opened it and stepped in. " I recommend that you guys come in and we can figure out a plan. " His shirt now had blood on it and had intended to change it. After cautiously checking the bathroom, he confirmed his room was empty. Throwing off his now ruined shirt he went over to his bag he grabbed a new t shirt. It was just a plain black shirt. After doing that, He looked to them. "Does anybody have any idea what the fuck is going on here? He said to the crowd.

Julia's door shuddered as the man on the other side shoulder barged it. The chair creaked beneath the pressure, its wooden legs bending slightly as they threatened to break.

"Upon hearing a new voice, her head snapped to the side to face the speaker, terrified it might be another psychopath. But instead, it was a red-headed girl that spoke to her. After a brief second, Julia recognized her as one of the other guests. ”What is happening? Why is your door shaking?” Julia just shook her head, trying to stutter out a reply, "Guy.. with a knife... he.."

"I assume there's another killer in there?" Another voice joined them, and Julia turned to see another one of the guests. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood that stained his head. Julia found herself lost for words, and so the man said coolly, "That's not gonna hold him forever." She glanced back at the door, which pounded again, as if on queue. The man suggested figuring out a plan, and so, eager to escape the lunatic currently trying to escape her room, Julia stumbled after the group of guests.

barely took a few steps outside her room before noticing three other guests, one covered in blood and another completely panicked. The blonde had a right to be panicked though as she was visibly trying to bar the door shut with a chair--a chair that was starting to collapse after repeated blows from inside her room. The man with the blood on him seemed to try to take charge of the situation. He seemed capable, but he was bleeding from the forehead.

This is quite the clusterfuck.

Maria recognized these folks from the cruise over to the Island and figured that all the guests could be in serious danger. In the confusion, she managed to pick out the words "knife," "killer," and "fuck." It didn't take much assessment for her to decide that she would help the others in any way she could. Spotting a fire extinguisher in its case on the wall, Maria moved over and grabbed it before following the rest of the group into the room.

"Hey," she shouted. "When we're ready to confront him, I'll spray him. That should disorient him long enough for Conan here to take care of him."