"Zombie Survival: 'Las Vegas'

(our room is full of blood cuz lenny got shot, and bullet holes in the wall)

Vlad was hauled away by the officers. They pushed his head down and stuck him in the back seat. They both entered the car, and pulled out of the lot. The car smelled of coffee. Vlad looked down at the back seats. Blood stains.

"Why is there blood on the seats," Vlad asked looking up.
"Last guy we hauled in bashed his own head in against the glass," One answered. After a few minutes of driving, the car stopped at the police station. One officer got out, and pulled Vlad out by his cuffs.

Originally posted by She Seduced
They continued to walk up the stairs. "Lenny got me the Pent House Suite.... bastard." she muttered. "God my head is killing me." she siad again rubbing the side of her head. She clutched her yellow purse in her hands tight, as she heard the strange noise outside the building.
As they came to her floor, she pulled out her key and headed towards the room. "You can come in if you want, theres drink at the mini bar." she told him, as she opened the door.

Derek shrugged and started to follow her. "I don't see why not." He followed close behind her. His thoughts still wandered on what was to come and if the day could get any worse. The sounds seemed to be louder then the first time he heard them and for the first time in a long while he was afraid of what was out there.

She stopped as she opened the door. "What the--" she started to say, spotting her blood spattered room. She face froze and her grip tightened around the door knob. She slid down the door and starred at the bullet holes and the chaos. Her eyes looked up at Derek, trying to hold back the tears, she feared that Lenny was dead. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Derek got down on one knee and leaned over towards her covering her eyes. "Don't look at it..." He pulled the door closed while moving her into the hall. "I'm sorry.. that has got to be tough for anyone to see.." Derek closed his eyes wishing that it was just a bad dream but no matter what he told himself he just didn't "wake up."

"He's dead..." she muttered looking at him. "The bastard is dead." She took a deep breath, realizing her heart was racing once again. Her hands clasped onto Derek's arm, trying to calm herself down.
"I need a drink." she muttered.

"Come on, I'll take you back downstairs and the first round will be on me..."
Derek waited for her to see if she needed any help getting up or calming back down

[brb red spartan..dont leave]

Angelica slowly stood to her feet and wobbled a bit. She looked at Derek and took a deep breath. "That sounds great." she replied walking towards the stairs again. "Anything to get the f*ck away from this floor"

((Sorry to be gone so long. Something annoying came up.))

Derek followed her making sure that she was walking stablely. He made sure to stay close so that she didn't trip like last time. Only thinking about making it down the stairs seems to make him forget the sounds and problems going on around him.

Coming into the lobby, they made there way to the bar where she worked. She planted herself on the bar stool and looked over at the bartender. She called out to her and she walked over. "Jack and ginger... no ice and lots of jack." she toled her. Ang looked at Derek. "And for you."

Derek thought for a moment and finally made his decision to pick a dark lager. "Just a dark lager for me.. possibly an ale after that." Derek took a seat next to her and rested his head on his palm while propping himself up on the bar with his elbow. "What a day.."

"Put it on my tab hun." she said to the bartender. She looked at Derek as she put the drinks on the table. She took a large gulp from her drink and let out a breath of air. "Do you have a cigarette?"

Derek patted down his pockets until he came to his back pocket. "Knew I had a pack somewhere." He took the pack out and check the inside. There were three cigarettes left. Laying the pack down infront of her he grabbed his drink and took a large swill before placing it back down and taking a seat once more.

Grabbing a cigarette she placed it in her mouth, she took a match from the bar and swipped it against the flint. Taking a drag of the cigarette she leaned back and relaxed her face. Her free hand grasped the tall glass of jack and ginger. Taking another swigg she looked around at the excitement.
"Hopefully this will crazieness will be done by tomorrow." she said, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Vlad sat in the jail. The officer had tossed him in here, and left. He put his face into his hands, and sat there for a minute. Vlad pulled his head up, and laid down on the bed. He staired into the ceiling. Eventually his eyes got heavy, and he found himself slipping away to sleep.

<-------------Angelica

[I'll start the invasion round 1-2 am, RP time..]

Jordan sat in his chair in silence. The lobby was empty and only ever few minutes did someone do something. He checked his watch. 11:38 pm. Only a few people were eating at the restuarants or drinking at the bar, while a more than usual amount of security guards patrolled the hotel. Jordan stood up and went to the water fountain. After a quick drink, Jordan began to make his way back to the front desk, when he saw a silhouette outside the front door. Changing directions, Jordan went up to the front door and opened it.

"Excuse me? Sir?" Jordan asked the man.

He just stood there, looking at the window, moaning.

"Uhh, alright then, sorry for bugging you," Jordan angrily said, before shutting the door and making his way back to the desk. Chris saw what he did and approached the counter.

"Want me to call the cops or bang em around a little?" he asked.

"Nah, just ignore him, hes probably drunk. Just move him out of the way when he faints," Jordan replied sitting down in his chair.

Chris nodded and walked away, opening a bottle of coke as he went.

After about 15 minutes, Chris returned to the counter.

"The mans now at the back exit of the restuarant," Chris said.

Jordan turned his head to the front door.

"What are you talkin' about, hes still at the front door," Jordan said pointing to the door.

Chris turned his head and looked. He pushed up his hat further on his head.

"Huh..."

Jordan chuckled, "Don't worry about, there just drunks."

"I don't like drunks, a drunk killed my father," Chris said.

"You should go nap or something..." Jordan suggested.

Chris shrugged, then made his way to the locker room.

"How many drunks does it take to get in a hotel?" Jordan joked to himself.

Derek closed his eyes for a second as he took a quick drink. He was paying his respects to an old friend who had died recently. "If you only you lived long enough to help me feel sane here..."

"What?" she said looking at Derek, she was a little buzzed by now. The cigarette burning in the ashtray. She laughed randomly and spun around in her barstool. "This day rules!" she screamed rasing up her arms and giggling. Then that smile turned quickly into a frown. "I feel like I should go find out what happened to to...to... that married dude... or something." she shrugged those shoulders and kicked her bare feet around.

Derek started to laugh. "You seem pretty out of it for someone who had one drink so far." He chuckleds to himself before finishing the rest of the drink in his glass. "Another round on me.."