She felt the hands wrap around her neck clouding her vision making it hard to grasp the gun in her belt.  "Leg go you bitch" grabbing the scalpel with her teeth she cut on of the hands the other scratching her throat.  Able to finally see she placed the barrel of the gun to the mirror and blasted three times leaving her with 51 bullets left.  Sitting on the floor she filled up the gun blood leaking through to her shirt.  "Damn monsters can you get another face" well she still had plenty of bullets.  picking up the key she left  the room to check it in every lock maybe she would finally leave the man lobby.  "its like a damn tread mill every time i try to leave i end up back here" she groaned well at least she had more ammo then the first go round.