Arms Hotel, Room 111
John arrived back at the hotel after his little adventure. He barricaded the doorwall in his room as best he could with the couch and bed and desk and armchair and tried to call the gal at the front desk, who said she'd help him with his motorcycle.
"Hello? Hey. Yeah, I'm in Room 111... No, I'm not calling for room service, I'm trying to reach the front desk lady. ...No, that Mary gal. ...Room 111. Just listen. Tell her to barricade the lobby and get the employees to a secure place. Preferably stocked with food. There's something outside attacking people and I don't want-- ...No, it's not a person. Just do it. Lock the doors, bar the windows, and batten down the hatches." He slammed down the phone, checked his weapons, and pried the brass curtain rod off the wall, testing it for heft and swing. That'll do. He opened the door, checking the hallway before looking for something else to barricade his room with.
"Hello? Hey. Yeah, I'm in Room 111... No, I'm not calling for room service, I'm trying to reach the front desk lady. ...No, that Mary gal. ...Room 111. Just listen. Tell her to barricade the lobby and get the employees to a secure place. Preferably stocked with food. There's something outside attacking people and I don't want-- ...No, it's not a person. Just do it. Lock the doors, bar the windows, and batten down the hatches." He slammed down the phone, checked his weapons, and pried the brass curtain rod off the wall, testing it for heft and swing. That'll do. He opened the door, checking the hallway before looking for something else to barricade his room with.