A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!

You lurk around the motel for a few moments, before deciding your next victim, a short, bald fat man wearing a grey vest and blue jeans, he had recently been working out, but you weren't doing hand-to-hand combat, you lunged at him, he flinched but before he could move you had dug your knife into his stomach perfectly, everyone in the corridoor that had seen what had happened screamed and awkwardly left the motel. Blood had been spilled and his eyes that had once flickered with life, de-mobilized and flickered shut, he gasped his final breath, then slumped with a thump to the floor. There's a young handsome man cowering in the corner, and there's an old man sound asleep on the bench. Snoring! He deserves to die, yah?