Alexis closed the door behind her, or at least as best it could be closed on its winging hinges and rusty door lock. She dragged a splintered bulky chest of drawers in front of it, before turning to the bed and sitting on the crusty sheets, stained by both age and "use". After carefully pulling down her pants, the bandaging was relatively swift to the sound of creaking beds and moans coming from the thin walls, riddled with peepholes.<br/><br/>Placing the bowl of bloody water and stained cloth aside, Alexis lied down, the adrenaline crash starting to get to her. She closes her eyes, taking the chance the exhaustion gives her to try and get some sleep. Since the killings at night, her sleep had been erratic and unreliable, being nothing more than half hour naps when she didn't end up waking up with cold sweats, holding onto her crossbow.<br/><br/>Creaking, thuds against the wall, the slapping of flesh on flesh were keeping her awake. It was hard enough to sleep outside where the silence was unsettling, but the moans were just keeping her wide awake. Awake, and in the beginnings of being aroused. Her heart tightened as she felt something harden and poke from below her underwear. The rushing of blood made her wound sting more, but she could hardly feel it now. Circling a finger around her upper thigh, Alexis turned her head to look at the numerous peep holes on the wall to the room next to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>