Natasha: Into hell’s sushi joint

You step out of the restrooms and stop for a second. Something very strange is happening.

The lights in the sushi place have been dimmed. Outside the window, in the terminal, all the lights are off, from time to time a flash of electricity reveals chaos, end of the world level Chaos. Trolleys turned over, eviscerated suitcases, what looks like a corpse, a very frightening silhouette. In the distance, coming from outside, you can hear screams.

What the hell happened.

In the sushi place nobody seems to notice. The soothing airport music has been replaced by a concert of low level grunts and moans. You notice a lot of new customers. Some are looking at you, their deep red eyes kind of reassure you but… the corpses, the lights, the screams, that’s not normal. Sitting at the closest table to the bathroom door you recognize the weird woman. She is kissing a young woman. Something red is pouring down both their chins. A bit further away a waitress is leaning on table between two of the new customers, they seem to be sucking her neck. Somebody is giving a blowjob to the head chef behind his open kitchen. A lonely shrimp is burning.

You have to get out of here!

But those eyes…

No! First your bag, the bill and back to the hotel. Looking at your shoes you make your way to your table. A business man and a young woman are talking to Savanah. You stop. You don’t like this.

Will you get your bag or simply try to reach the door?