This is another story I'm working on. I have two versions of the first chapter and would like to know which you think is better.
Option 1:
Aaron Smith stood in a bleak hotel room on the third floor; gun in hand and staring at the man he'd just killed. Blood slowly pooled towards him. That man had been sent to kill him, and three more were on their way up the stairs to his room; two more waited outside the building by the van: all were armed, of course. Who knew how many could be hiding in the van. There were no pipes to climb out of the window and even if there were he'd be seen and shot down, escape wasn't an option so all that was left was fighting, only problem is he was all out of bullets.
Option 2:
Aaron Smith stood in the middle of his bleak, third story hotel room. The paint was faded and chipping away, wallpaper ripped and stained, mould growing by the windows, and a strong scent keeping alive the memories of all the degraded acts that had taken place previously.
At least he couldn't make it any worse, he thought to himself as he stared at the blood slowly pooling out of the man he'd just killed. The gun still smoking in his hand.
The man had been sent to kill him, and three more were on their way up the stairs to his room; two more waited outside the building by the van. All were armed, of course. Who knew how many could be hiding in the van? There were no pipes to climb out of the window and even if there were he'd be seen and shot down before he could do anything, escape wasn't an option so the only thing left was fighting. Only problem was he was all out of bullets.
Option 1:
Aaron Smith stood in a bleak hotel room on the third floor; gun in hand and staring at the man he'd just killed. Blood slowly pooled towards him. That man had been sent to kill him, and three more were on their way up the stairs to his room; two more waited outside the building by the van: all were armed, of course. Who knew how many could be hiding in the van. There were no pipes to climb out of the window and even if there were he'd be seen and shot down, escape wasn't an option so all that was left was fighting, only problem is he was all out of bullets.
Option 2:
Aaron Smith stood in the middle of his bleak, third story hotel room. The paint was faded and chipping away, wallpaper ripped and stained, mould growing by the windows, and a strong scent keeping alive the memories of all the degraded acts that had taken place previously.
At least he couldn't make it any worse, he thought to himself as he stared at the blood slowly pooling out of the man he'd just killed. The gun still smoking in his hand.
The man had been sent to kill him, and three more were on their way up the stairs to his room; two more waited outside the building by the van. All were armed, of course. Who knew how many could be hiding in the van? There were no pipes to climb out of the window and even if there were he'd be seen and shot down before he could do anything, escape wasn't an option so the only thing left was fighting. Only problem was he was all out of bullets.