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on the pillows in what looked like ash. Marcus. Delia. Trevor. Anya. Delia screamed. Trevor grabbed her and ran. They made it back to the lobby. The front door was still locked. Trevor threw a chair through the window. They ran into the woods. Into the storm. Into the dark. Only one of them made it…

on the pillows in what looked like ash. Marcus. Delia. Trevor. Anya. Delia screamed. Trevor grabbed her and ran. They made it back to the lobby. The front door was still locked. Trevor threw a chair through the window. They ran into the woods. Into the storm. Into the dark. Only one of them made it to the road. Only one of them was ever found." "A truck driver found Anya on Route 9 at 5:43 AM. She was barefoot. Her hair had turned completely white overnight. She couldn't speak for eleven days.