She looked at her one large cup and looked at Derek. "Hey Im a small girl, and plus.... I've been traumatized." she said putting her cup down on the bar and slidding it towards the bartender. She placed her back to the bar, and looked out at the lobby. "You know I thought he loved me...." she said out of the blue.
"I dont know.." she sighed taking her drink and gulping it down, then slamming it on the bar. "Drown my sorrows... eat alot of junk food.. kill myself." she smirked. "That bastard said he was going to leave his wife, and this was a year ago!" she told him. "Im such an idiot." she smirked, quirking a brow up.
Jordan looked at his watch. 12:48 pm. It had been some time, but the drunk still stood at the front entrance, not alone this time. Five others stood at the door, staring at the same place. It was funny at first, but then it became annoying and strange.
Chris and Sam came up to him.
"This isn't funny, we on punk'd or some sh!t?" Chris asked.
"There all over the dang building," Sam added in.
"Well, I guess you can go whack em round a bit then," Jordan said, "There going to scare away our guests."
Chris took out his nightstick along with Sam.
"Great!" he said.
They took off towards the back exits. As for Jordan, he stood, went to the front door, and opened it.
"Get the hell off this property or you'll go to jail," Jordan said.
The six stood there, moaning.
"Your really getting on my nerves," Jordan said angrily.
They still continued to stare at the front doors window, at the same spot. Jordan took out his beretta and pointed to one of them.
"Go away!" he yelled.
Same as usual, they stood there. Jordan, getting extremely aggrivated, pulled the trigger, hitting one in the chest.
"Oh my god! I didn't mean to!"
They finally moved. Their faces all turned to Jordan.
"I just shot you in the chest...Doesn't it hurt?" Jordan asked the man he shot.
They slowly began to move towards him. Jordan shot again, this time hitting the man in the head. He quickly fell, moaning. Without turning to look at the man Jordan shot, they slowly continued to walk to Jordan.
"Well this isn't no show," Jordan said, "I'll be going now."
Jordan quickly shut the door and locked it. When he turned around, Ryan, Mike, Dylan, and a few other guards stood there.
"What the hell did you do mate?" Ryan asked, just before Sam and Chris came running over.
"The guy didn't die when I first shot him..." Jordan said.
"To hell he didn't die mate! He was drunk! He didn't feel it!" Ryan said.
Then the men began to bang on the door.
"Those ain't no drunks," Mike said.
"Yo fool, course those guys aren't drunks, there freakin' werewolves!" Dylan added.
"What?" Chris asked, "It's 12 uhh 12:57 pm and there is a full moon. Besides werewolves aren't real."
Jordan walked towards the door as the guards began to argue. He looked out the door and saw multple men and woman walking towards the doors slowly.
"Ever heard about zombies?" Jordan asked, still looking out the window.
Vlad opened his eyes. He woke up staring at the ceiling. Vlad yawned, and sat up.
"What the hell!?" Vlad yelled. A police officer was outside his cell. His body was mutilated. His internal organs were spilled out onto the flood, and his neck was almost ripped off of the torso.
Vlad quickly ran up to the entrance of the cell. Hanging from the dead officers belt was the cell keys. He stuck his arm though the cell bars.
"Cmmonnn.... commmon," Vlad said stretching his arm out. "Damn.. out of reach." Suddenly the police officer grabbed Vlad's hand.
"Jesus Christ!" Vlad screamed pulling his hand back. The officer still held on as he pulled him to the bars. Vlad quickly grabbed the keys with his other hand. He pulled his hand away from the officer.
The noises she had heard before were louder now, and she paused. In all the time she had been working at the bar she had never heard such noises before. She spotted the guards and headed towards them.
"Hey guys, exactly what the hell is going on around here?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest again.
Dylan got the first word off to the woman asking the question.
"Werewolves," he said.
"Damnit Dylan, there not Werewolves!" Jordan yelled, turning away from the front door.
"Well sheesh Jordan, they can't be zombies either!" he replied.
Jordan walked up to the lady and stuck out his hand, "I'm Jordan, head of security here. Not sure whats up, but we might need to barricade the doors up," he said, looking behind her, at a man acting strange.
"Well theres gotta be a resonable explantion," Chris said.
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Jordan put down his hand. He felt embarrased, all the time she worked there, and he never noticed her.
Nice observation skills.
He shook the thought from his head.
"I believe we could use some of the chairs from the bar and restuarant, maybe some of these couches laying around there in the lobby. So lets get started shall we?"
She peeked out the door, and spotted a crowd of them. They had wounds that no human could be walking around with. Her heart raced faster and she could feel her panic attack coming on, not to mention she was alittle tipsy. She looked at Derek, and tried to slow her breathing.
She walked towards the door, and grabbed a chair pushing it against the door.
"Are those the things making that noise?" she asked Jordan.
Vlad watched in awe as the nearly decapitated officer tried to claw at him. He kicked the officer in the stomach, which knocked him down. Vlad quickly opened the cell, and ran past the officer. He ran for the evidence locker, hoping his pistol was inside. Vlad saw that the locker was mostly empty, except for his pistol, and a few packs of drugs. He grabbed the pistol, and turned to see the officer standing there.
Vlad fired his pistol into his chest. The bullet went through his chest, and into his brain. He ran past the body, and into the locker room of for the officers. It too was mostly empty, except for one shotgun. Vlad grabbed it, and a few rounds, and stuffed them into his pockets.
Lenny walked the streets slowly with other undead following him. As he walked by other undead, they followed. They were heading for the Phoenix hotel.
"I'd say so," Jordan said, answering Angelica's question, "But I'm not sure."
The rest of the security guards began to run in several directions, grabbing and dragging all types of heavy objects to place them in front of the door.
"We have enough food and drinks to last quite a time," Jordan said, "But I'd rather leave than wait for more of these things to come. So lets stay for some time then head out."