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Motel with Mutant Hordes
Cross country road trip. California.
After a 13 hour drive across Arizona and part of the Mojave Desert, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it all the way home to Los Angeles. I was seriously tired and the only motel in sight was the Xxxxxx in Barstow, California. Or maybe it was Victorville. I don’t know. Delirium had set in and I was too tired to care, so I stopped for the night.
It was a weird place. The office wasn’t attached to the motel. The barracks, uh, I mean the sleeping quarters were actually across a road and down a little hill. In the dark of the night, you couldn’t even see them from the office. Creepy.
Through a tiny slot in a thick security-glass with a crackling speaker I paid for the room. $64.00 for a roadside motel. Seriously? I thought Xxxxxx’s were in the $20.00 range. $30.00 tops. Highway robbery. I had no choice though, I was too fatigued to travel any further.
Getting back in my car, I drive across the road, down the hill, and park. I immediately spot some undesirable looking strangers loitering about. Great.
Keeping my eye on this one fellow, who’s keeping his eye on me, I cautiously get out of the car, and quickly open the trunk to grab my stuff. Before I can finish gathering my things I notice he’s coming out of the shadows and walking toward me…
