The abandoned jerk

That’s embarrassing, ain’t it? A guy goes to the washroom for, like, two minutes, and when he comes out, his entire group is simply nowhere to be found! Where did the pricks go? None of them is answering calls, reading text messages or anything. And it’s a big freaking park! Even so, Mister Jerk looks for them everywhere, around every tree, under every bench, behind every fountain, talk to park rangers, the whole nine yards. But I guess a grown-up alone in a park doesn’t exactly qualify as abandoned, now ain’t he? So, nobody really cares. Especially because he’s the one with the car keys. Well, after nearly seven hours searching for his friends to no avail, Jerk decides it’s as good a time as any to enjoy the benefits of his vehicle privilege, and he drives back to the hotel. Is the rest of the group in there? Why nobody told him they were coming back, not even a goddamn text message? How did they even get there without a car? The park is kind of far from the hotel, no buses or Uber service available, and regular cabs take forever to come, not to mention too damn expensive. More interesting, what is Jerk going to do or say to his friends if he actually finds them in the hotel? Shall he bash their heads wide open with a sledgehammer for ditching him? However, only when he enters the elevator, he finds out something is wrong, terribly wrong. The doors open to nothingness. And the most dreadful of fears assaults him in the dark.