Not hearing anyone sends a cold fear through Trish's skull<br/>"Maybe they've been evacuated already..." She thinks aloud as she walks into the once pristine front yard of the Hotel; still keeping a weary eye for anyone or anything. Cautiously Trish enters the thick underbrush of the jungle, ears perked to any sign of life.<br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">"Hello! Anybody out there?!"</span>Trish screams again, this time with her hands cupped over her mouth to increase the range of her voice. Seconds pass and still no answer but the frantic calls of the wildlife which sounds to be in a similar state of panic as her.<br/>"I don't wanna die here..." Trish whimpers as she makes her way through the thick plant life, wishing she had taken the time to find a path through the jungle instead of painstakingly  maneuvering through the jungle...