[Maybe the motel really, really, really hates left hands. How dare they be left hands and not like, anything else.
As he circles past the breakers, the noise stops. Dave is left with nothing but the sound of his own breathing and the audible hum of the machinery in the room. Perhaps, if he's the optimistic type, he'll believe the coast is clear. But probably not. After all, things tend to go south around here.
And that's exactly what happens. As he moves, quietly as to not make a sound, something shoots out from under the machines and wraps around his ankle. It yanks, pulling as hard as it can to topple him over and potentially causing him to slam his face against one of the metal cabinets. Think fast.]
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As he circles past the breakers, the noise stops. Dave is left with nothing but the sound of his own breathing and the audible hum of the machinery in the room. Perhaps, if he's the optimistic type, he'll believe the coast is clear. But probably not. After all, things tend to go south around here.
And that's exactly what happens. As he moves, quietly as to not make a sound, something shoots out from under the machines and wraps around his ankle. It yanks, pulling as hard as it can to topple him over and potentially causing him to slam his face against one of the metal cabinets. Think fast.]