Breathing heavily and sweating, Martin finally arrived to his hotel room. Twelve flights of stairs thanks to a broken elevator had left him winded after a long day and the bizarre setup of the hotel didn’t help; the hotel stairs didn’t connect at every level but rather alternated at each end of the floor so Martin had to walk down each hallway to get to the next flight. He shook his head at his luck, having had to stay at this hotel because all the others were booked thanks to a college cheerleading competition.
Martin opened the door to his room and got ready to take a shower. As he waited for the shower to warm up he heard the room phone ring and went to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Sir you need to evacuate your room immediately! We just learned the previous guest in your room had contracted a deadly virus. Get out now!”
With a chill running down his spine, Martin dashed for the door and left his room. It wasn’t until he was already outside that he stopped long enough to realize he had left without his hotel key… or wearing any clothes. He turned around right as his door clicked shut.