Frost had awakened, seeing as almost every pony had gone up the there rooms, he did as well
~Room 47 he read on his key~
''Best be going to bed, tomorrow well be hell with mother nature around''he whispered to the remaining ponies.
Frost then slowly trotted to the stairs ~What lovely texture he had thought~He had finally made it to his room, wearily he walked toward it.He found the door difficult to open, but it was all worth it Frost had wanted to lay down ever since he entered the hotel.
'' ~ YAWNNNN~ ''
After a minute trying to open the door Frost had unlocked it, he quickly tossed hid bags on the floor and went under the bed sheets.
''Damn it!I left that throwing knife lodged in the bullseye!No matter, I'll just pick it up in the morning''
Frost had gone to sleep less than a few minutes after his last thought.He soon entered his mind, he dreamt about the horrid thing he would encounter.He saw every pony die one by one quicksand, sandstorms, pony eating trees.He had woken up about every 2 hours because of the horror he faced in his dreams.
He did not want to be here~