Snippet #1754212

Alexander Greenhom
Day 6
Downtown – Hotel Hallway

Move. Left, right. Left, right. March, March!

It wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

Alex stopped at the door to the stairs. What the hell was he thinking? He had no food. He had no weapon. Was he asleep when he read those guides!?

He needed food first. Luckily, the hotel room doors weren’t very strong. He had almost exhausted his own food supply, so his best course of action would be to loot the other rooms. Well, all the rooms except for the one with the moans inside. He’d skip that one. Alex started with room 501. He’d have to kick the door down. Luckily, these were deadbolts, and were newer, hollow-er doors. Using his knowledge of his own door, Alex reared back his leg, and kicked the part of the door near the lock (typically the weakest part) with his heel. The wood splintered, to Alex’s surprise.

Reaching inside the hole he just made, Alex unlocked the door. He heard no movement. Had most of these residents really been outside of their rooms when (or if) they turned? This room certainly had had an occupant that hadn’t checked out yet. He was met with the smell of old coffee. Six days isn’t enough for most foods to go bad, so Alex didn’t hesitate to check the fridge. He knew that these perishables wouldn’t last him in the long run, so he managed to scrape together a meal consisting of deli turkey, milk, and pickles. Not much of a meal, but it would do, for now, at least. There was nothing else he desired from the refrigerator, so he looked around the room for anything that he could use to carry things in.

It seemed that the people staying in this room consisted of a Father and son combination. He found no traces of a female. No hairdryer, no make-up. No beauty products at all. Alex wasn’t crass enough to go through their laundry, his own clothes would suffice. (Jeans and long sleeve shirt) In the smaller bedroom, Alex found a child’s back-pack, with a picture of Wolverine on the front, claws raised and extended. It was small, but he found that he could adjust the straps to make it fit him. After he opened it, Alex found that it was full of notebooks and small action figures.

“Sorry, kid.” he uttered, as he dumped the contents on the child’s bed. Alex saw an action figure that caught his eye. It was an old Moon Knight action figure. “This kid has good taste.” Alex picked up the figure, and put in the book-bag, if nothing to remind himself to thank God for the kid.

Searching the rest of the room, Alex stuffed the book bag with a Slim-Jim container, a bread knife, some sardine tins, two forks, a spoon, and two bottled waters. The book bag was ¾ of the way full.

Move. Left, right. Left, right. March, March!

It wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

Walking out of the room, Alex realized how lucky he was. What if they’d reanimated in the room? If they hadn’t been absent? Alex shuddered. The last thing he needed was a ghoul reaching out from a closet and grabbing him. He got extremely lucky. Making his way to the door to the stairs, Alex adjusted the book-bag so it was comfortable. On the way over, he had taken the knife, and put it in his belt, in case he might need it.