Snippet #1752976

Alexander Greenhom
Day 6
Downtown – Hotel Room

Breathe. In, out. In, out. Inhale, exhale.

It wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

Alex didn’t know how much longer he could stand listing to the moans. He knew for a fact that it would drive him mad if he kept listening. He collected his thoughts, and tried to push the moans from his brain. “Alright, Alex, think about what you know. What the guides told you.”

Being a dork-ish guy, Alex had read a few zombie manuals. Right now, his priority was finding someone else. Someone that could help him. It was dangerous to go alone, and he knew it. Getting out of here would mean having to fight the zombies. He wasn’t risking jumping out the window, and the Hotel hallways were the only way of escape. The close corridors meant certain death if Alex got trapped.

He went over combat rules with the undead in his head.

1. Avoid direct unarmed hand to hand combat at all costs.
2. The mouth should remain closed during fighting, as zombie fluid can turn a person just by getting in your mouth.
3. A lethal strike to the brain is the ONLY thing that will kill a zombie.
4. A decapitated zombie head can still bite If the brain is intact.\
5. Eh…..

Alex had been saying all of these out loud without realizing it. He couldn’t remember anything else after number four (he had also said the numbers out loud).

“All I had is my guitar and a pocketknife. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna hit a zombie with my guitar…..” he trailed off. His guitar was precious to him. While he couldn’t bring it with him, Alex couldn’t force himself to use it to bash zombie heads, either. Not that it would matter. It wouldn’t hurt the zombie in the slightest. Alex stood up. He had been sitting in the corner of the room, planning a way out. There was literally nothing useful for zombie fighting in his hotel room. Frustrated, he punched the wall. Not hard, but enough to satisfy his moment of rage.

Sighing, Alex made his way over to the door. Taking in a deep breath, he went against everything his gut told him, and turned the door knob.

Breathe. In, out. In, out. Inhale, exhale.

It wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

The hall way was clear. This surprised Alex, as the moans seemed to be coming from outside the door. Making as little noise as he possibly could, Alex made his way to the stairs. His room number was 504. He stopped in front of room 507. That’s where the moans where coming from. The door was slightly ajar. Quickly, Alex shut the door, hoping to not alert the monster inside. Alex listened. There was no movement. “Phew…” he uttered, and made his way to the stairs.