She was sticky and had grime from exertion all over her.
The sun won and Sarah soon found herself waking up.
And when she did that she recognized a faint taste that made her eyes widen. She’d never, ever blacked out before and she had no idea what could possibly have caused it. She remembered that last night had been their Christmas party, but there was nothing she could remember that allowed her to figure out why what was supposed to have been a completely normal and festive party had resulted in her waking up naked on the floor with a throbbing head and no memories.
Her journey through the mansion provided no answers either, just more questions.
While that passed quickly, the sense of dread inside her did not. And even scarier than what she thought she tasted on her lips was the fact that she couldn’t remember anything about the night before.
She smacked her lips when she noticed they were dry and appeared to be coated with a residue of some kind. It was coming back in little snippets but there was no coherent picture in her mind. Sarah was still groggy as she tried to walk and the more she tried to remember what had happened the harder it was to picture things.
Sarah’s eyes nearly bugged out when she saw Jessica Alba trapped between two people she didn’t even recognize. No one was stirring; not even a mouse but Sarah did not see any humor in that. “Holy shit…” Sarah managed to mutter, her voice hoarse in a way she recognized as being from screaming too much.