"Merv Quigley."

    "OK... let me see..."

    The receptionist scans through some names on a computer screen.

    "Nope.  We have no Quigleys staying with us tonight."

    Oh, well.

    You head back to the van.

    About 4 more hours go by, and you get pretty tired.  You get out of the van, and crawl underneath for a nap.

    About 20 minutes after you doze off, Merv exits the hotel and comes over to the van.  He doesn't see you, but notices the keys are in the ignition.  He starts the van up and heads home.

    Your underwear catches on the muffler, and you are dragged for several miles until Merv notices a long trail of blood, scraped-off skin, and other nasty stuff on the road behind him, and pulls over.

    You are injured beyond recognition.

    Merv walks around to the back of the van and sees a mangled body attached.

    He kicks you free of the muffler.

    "Damn freeloaders," he says.  "Always looking for a free ride. ...Brad's not gonna be happy when he sees the mess you made on his van..."

    Merv gets back in and drives off.
 

The End
 

You have died.

Your final score is:
503


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