Last Trip

The night was the darkest she'd seen and the glow of the neon sign was a beacon.
She tried not to think too much.
She needed to push through.
The sign blinked, as did her resolve, but she carried on. 
She pulled into a deserted parking lot and made her way to the desk where she handed her card and took the key. 
It was a cold Midwest evening and a shiver rocked her hand as she made her way to a desolate room reserved for the forsaken.