Room 34

You grabbed you bag threw it over your shoulder and made you way to your room, up a flight of stairs and a few hallways and you arrived at your door and see that there is a card scanner attached below the handle.

You swipe your card and open the door with your free hand and are greeted with a dark room, you then go and turn on the lights next to the door and are then officially greeted with a plain grubby room.

There is a single bed against the right wall of the small room, the bed has no covers and has various stains on it from god knows where. Then there is a wooden desk against the left side wall, the desk itself looks to be in decent condition beside that the top of the desk has been carved into multiple times with various sharp objects.

The desk top has got various carved insults to random rambling of madness, the chair tucked underneath the desk is a painted metal chair with rust on the bottom four legs.

The walls of the room have been marked with graffiti or random drawings of different things, overall quite a shit situation but you will take the room over sleeping on the streets.

You walk over to the bed and drop your bag at the end of it, you then grab the side of the mattress and flip it over and see the bottom of the mattress had no stains, at least you will be sleeping on a no stained side tonight.

You then sit down on your bed and take a deep breath and then heavily sigh, the whole situation that happened at the reception desk took at but out of you and to hold up the fave and front that you did felt good. However it made you more depressed that you actually were, you ran your head through various situations that could have played out but decided that you were going to get some rest.

You opened your bag and grabbed a few clothes and fashioned them into a make shift cushion and then fell asleep immediately due to over exhaustion.

-Some time later-

You are suddenly thrust awake when you hear intense banging on your door, the constant pounding against the door’s wooden frame cause you to wake up with a mild headache. You groggily get to your feet and shuffle over to the door and pull the handle down.

You crack the door open slightly and look out to see who your persistent visitor was or visitors you could say as two men are stood there looking at you through the crack.

The man on the left is a male of medium height and a lanky build, he had a shaved head but a bushy goatee on his chin. He had brown eyes and a scar coming down from his cheek to his chin.

He wore a stained white wife beater vest and had various tattoos decorated his arms he also wore torn worn blue jeans with ragged grey sneakers.

The man on the right was the complete opposite, he was a tall male but was extremely fat, he had greasy brown hair that had been made into a mullet and green eyes.

He wore a patchy blue T-shirt that had the words ‘Ladies free hand lotion’ with a arrow pointing to his junk. The T-shirt was several sizes to small as it barely cover his fat stomach.

He also wore dirty dark green shorts that showed his hairy legs and then socks and sandals on his feet.

You looked at these two men through tired eyes and stifled a laugh at how idiotic they looked. But you needed to find out why they were at your door.

You: “can I help you?”

Lanky Man: “yeah you can help us you prick, we saw you walking in with that bag of yours. We want what’s in it now.”

You widened your eyes slightly as you realised that you had seen the lancet man before, he was one of the people who had looked at you when you came in. Well not at you specifically but clearly at the bag and the contents inside of it.

You: “What! Hell no, I ain’t going to give you shit. Fuck off dick!.”

You weren’t going to let some scumbags take your shit just because.

Fat Man: “what ...Heavy Breath... did you ...Heavy Breath... call us ... Heavy Breath... you bastard!.”

The larger of the two you could see that he had breathing difficulties that were probably due to his size.

You: “you heard me! I said fuck off and while your at it go fuck yourselves”

However before you knew it your door was kicked open and you sent flying back and hitting the floor had from your original position, you looked up to see that the lanky male had kicked your door while you were arguing with his fatter counterpart.

You quickly rise to your feet as adrenaline started to pump around your body but you are still a bit shocked from the sudden attack.

You: “What the fuck are you doing you asshole, bust in my door and attack me for some fucking clothes!”

You shout angrily at your ‘visitors’, the strolled into the room and looked around the area and spotted your bag against the wall.

Lanky man: “any clothes or items can be sold anywhere, we get money from selling your shit and we get set for a few days”

You are absolutely enraged, they planned on busting into your room to rob you of your last possessions to sell to a random person to make a profit.

You took at quick breath a read the room, it was two against one and the vastly out weigh and out size you in those departments, However you are clearly more smarter.

You needed to use your tactics or whatever you had up there in your head to your advantage, so you let it play.

You: “Ok Ok! Please take what you need from the bag just don’t hurt me, the clothes are designer so have a look.”

You hated to have to say please and pretend to grovel in front of these shits but you have formulated a plan.

The lanky man got a sly and devious smile on his face that show led his yellow crocked teeth and hearing that you were begging made him laugh, when you said that they were designer he immediately grabbed the bag and started shifting.

You looked at him go into the bag and realised that his back was turned to you and the large man was outside assuming to keep watch.

You quickly reacted by grabbing your metal chair from the desk and raised it in the air, you used all your strength to bring it down on the lanky man’s back.

The contact was immediate and the results even more, the man immediately hit the cold floor from the back injury and was shouting in pain from the sudden attack in his back.

The large male outside came bounding into the room and you knew you were in trouble.