2. WTF

So next thing I know I wake up on the bathroom floor. At first the room is spinning but then it comes to a slow stop. I sit up, confused. I've a pounding headache but I'm sober.

"Did I pass out?"

I mean I only had a three shots, six beers, and two martinis since the shindig began. I check my watch.

-12:03 AM Tuesday-

"I ve been asleep for over five hours and no one has come looking for me?"

I check for my wallet, surprisingly still there, I lift my shirt, no surgical incisions. I hop to my feet and open the bathroom door, it's pitch black but the music is still playing. The woman's bathroom door in front me is cracked open and I can see the lights flickering inside.
I could hear someone moving around inside but I decide it would be in my best interest to not be curious. I decided to go get help, I turn the corner and the whole place is in shambles. Tables turned upside down, lights smashed, bodies on the floor. At first I pinch myself, gotta be a dream, I m tripping balls right now.

"Nope. Still awake.."

I don't know if I should get out of dodge or try looking for my friends in all this mess. I mean, where there the cops? The paramedics? What happened in the last five hours?

"Psst. Daniel.. Psst"

I almost jump out of my skin and s**t myself in the same motion. There was someone behind me. I turn around and Cindy is poking out her head from the woman's bathroom.

"Holy s**t, Cindy!"

"Shh, Daniel. Whisper!"

Cindy grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the bathroom.

"Where were you, Danny?"

"Uhh, men's room. What the Hell happened out there?"

At this point she let it out.


"I don't know, Danny. One moment we were all drinking and laughing then there was an earthquake. Next thing you know everyone starts attacking each other, I mean really hurting one another. Some guy tried stabbing me with a broken beer bottle but Marco tackled him. Marco yelled for me to lock myself in the bathroom stall. I have been in for hours."

At this point she couldnt go any further. She just kept on crying, so I grabbed her and held her close into my chest. I felt all her tears seep through my shirt, I wonder if she smelt the coffee stains.

"Listen, Cindy, we have to get out of here and get help. By the way, why did you tell me to whisper?"

She pushed me back and stared up with mascara smeared eyes.

"I heard growling."

"Like, an animal?"

"I don't know, maybe."

I looked around for something to defend us with. I notice the woman's bathroom had paper towels. They should fire their janitor. I decided to use the toilet tank cover as a weapon. Better than nothing.

"Alright, Cindy, stand behind me. If things get rough I want you to bolt for the closest exit, okay?"

She just nodded as she clutches the back of my shirt. I could feel her nails pinching my skin.

"Hey, not so tight."

She loosened her a grip a bit.

"Better."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I was gripping the toilet cover for dear life. I couldn't look like a p***y in front of Cindy though. No way.
We start making our way onto the dance floor. The lights were flickering like a strobe light. It looked like a really bad rave party.

"Where's the exit? Damn it." I thought to myself.

We start walking through the carnage. Someone turned over the pool table, there were billiard balls everywhere. The floor was covered in glass and you could smell all the alcohol and sugary syrup. Some people's faces were bruised, noses smashed, others had shards of glass sticking out their necks. There were pools of blood everywhere. I could feel Cindy trembling behind me.
Suddenly she let go.

"Marco!?"

She ran over to a slumped over body propped up against a turned over table. From the hair I could tell it was him. I ran behind Cindy.

"Oh my God. Baby. Are you alright?"

Cindy grabbed his hand and started to crying again.

"Your hand is so cold. Daniel, he's losing too much blood. We gotta get him out of here and to a hospital."

Marco lifted his head, I could see he was pale.

"Hey, Marc, it's me, Danny. Can you walk man? Are there any other survivors? Just shake or nod your head, dont talk."

Marco weakly shook his head.

"No... survivors."

Cindy had noticed his other hand was placed on the left side of his stomach. She moved it ever so slightly and blood began to stream down his side. He had been stabbed and the wound was bad. I took out my cell and dialed 911. An automated recording played.

"Emergency Service lines are currently down. Press 1 for a directory of hospitals near you. If this is an emergency please go to..."

It left the address of the nearest hospital. I hung up and tried dialing my parents, nothing.

"S**t. My cell doesnt work, try yours Cindy."

To no avail. We had to move him otherwise he would die right here.

"Cindy take one arm and I ll grab the other. We're gonna try and move him to my car."

Marco, started shaking his head then whispered something inaudible. Cindy got closer to hear.

"...its behind you."