Vlad ran out of the police station, and into a squad car. He hotwired it, and pulled out of the station. As he was driving down the street, he saw groups of zombies heading for the hotel he had gotten arrested at.
"They might be alive in there," Vlad said aloud. He ran over the zombies, and pulled into the hotel's parking lot. The doors were being barricaded, so they wouldn't let him in. Zombies started to bang on the car. He drove up to one of the first floor windows. He jumped out of the car. Vlad knocked the window in with the shotgun, and jumped in. Zombies started to head towards Vlad. He ran out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
Vlad walked down the hallway, and into the lobby.
"Okay Derek, you'll get a gun, but if I feel you untrustworthy, I'll shoot ya," Jordan said while moving a chair to reinforce another one.
Chris walked out from the locker room.
"What the heck were you doing out there while we were working our butts out here?" Dylan asked Chris.
"Doing this," Chris said lifting up a pack, "I got all the ammo that was in the locker room."
Jordan took out a key out of a pocket and tossed it towards Chris who barely caught it.
"Get the shotgun out my locker and the bullets." Jordan commanded.
"Okay," replied Chris, tossing Jordan the back pack.
Jordan opened the backpack and reached into it. He found a Glock 17 and tossed it to Derek, along with 4 spare clips. Then Jordan closed the backpack and put it on his back.
"That may be a good idea Der-" Jordan said, before seeing Vlad walking into the lobby. "What the hell!"
The guards pulled out their pistols and all pointed it at him. Chris ran out of the room and handed Jordan his shotgun.
"Where the hell did you come from and did you bring any of these things with you?" Jordan asked, loading his shotgun.
"Go barricade the door Vlad. It's your responsibility, and if they get in through there, you know what I'm going to do to you," Jordan said, brandishing his shotgun.
"For the rest of you, lets go with Dereks idea, lets go get blankets and stick em in front of the windows."
"What about the other guests?" Chris questioned.
"We have to leave them. If we wake too much up, then its too much to travel with and too much to worry about. Lets just pray the zombies don't get them."
Most of the guards took off to rooms, stopping by the front desk and grabbing keys. A few, like Ryan and Mike, stood by the front door, pistols out, guarding.
[K, I'm going to wait for She to get back b4 I post some more.]
Angelica still sat on the floor with her chin resting on her chin. "Dont...mind...me" she said, trying to calm herself down. The noises were only making it worse, she shook her head. Trying to snap herself out of it. Finally she got her heart to slow down, and she stood up. She looked around at the people standing in the lobby. "I don't know if I can do this." she said aloud, she's never felt so weak in her life. She wasnt like this before Lenny. Lenny really messed her head up. "No... I know I cant do this." The moaning got louder and she placed her hands over her ears.
Derek abandoned the barricading and moved over to where Angelica was. Instead of just talking to her this time, he just picked her up and started to carry her off to the locker room. "The sounds from outside should be damponed in here." Derek layed her down on a small cot and sat down on a bench next to her. "I'll be going back out there in a few minutes but if you need anything don't be a afraid to yell."
"Youre going to leave me in here?" she said sitting up and looking at him. "I'd rather be out there, with the guns and the...." she stopped and she couldnt hear anything. It relaxed her but at the same time freaked her out. She looked through her purse and grabbed her ipod and smiled. "I'll scream if anythings wrong." she told Derek and put in the head phones.
Derek thought for a moment. "I'll be just outside of the door and once I'm done I am coming striaght back here. I will be just outside this door." Derek then started to walk to the door and where all the others were. He thought for a second and walked to the lockers. Searching for an unlocked one he finally came to one and opened it. A sigh od relief came as he saw a pistol sitting at the bottom. With a smile he turned around and walked over to Angelica. "Here in case you need it." Before she could have a chance to respond he set the gun down and left the room.
Vlad opened the door to see a few zombies had pushed their way into the room. Vlad shut the door, and ran towards the lobby. He grabbed a chair, and put it under the door knob.
"This isn't going to stop them," Vlad said. He ran back towards the lobby."Someone help me move a couch to the door."
(ok i have to go for about 2-3 days, so ima need someone to use my guy for me)
Angelica leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed, mouthing the lyrics that played in her ear. She stood to her feet, and started looking through the lockers, hoping to find something else to wear.
She walked towards a large box, full of lost and found items. Grinning she searched through it, finding a black tank top, a pair of old converses and lime green skinny jeans. She shrugged her shoulders and headed towards the showers.
She set her clothes down and began to was her face and hands off, she was never one to use the actual showers. She then quickly got changed, as one of the ear phones fell from her ear she heard a loud bang... as if someone had stumbled into the lockers. She arched a brow and pulled up her hair out of her face. She tied her converses and walked towards the locker room.
Afraid to make a sound, she tipped toed to where the noise was. There was nothing, she took a sigh of relief. As she turned to head towards her cot, a man toward over her in a janitors suit. His eye hung out of his face, his bottom jaw ripped off, and ribs poked out of his jump suit.
"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed. The thing reached towards her, and she quickly jumped back hitting the lockers hard.
The man was slow, but she was frozen. She watched as he slowly walked towards her, blood and saliva dripped from what was left from his mouth, his tounge whipping around like a fish out of water.
Finally she got the nerve to move. She jetted towards the lobby, remembering the gun she quickly turned around. Dodging the fat janitor and rounded the corner, heading for the cot. As she rounded the corner, the previous bartender that took of Angelica's shift, stood over the cot grunting and moaning.
"O-" she started but quickly covered her mouth. The bartender looked at her, her mouth opened like a hungry dog with both her arms missing. Angelica turned to go back, but the Janitor was blocking her exit. Without much thought, Angelica put her fingers into the locker holes and pulled herself up.
Placing her feet on the locks, she quickly grabbed the flat top and pulled herself up, the janitors fingers grazing her jeans. She looked down the other side and jumped, and ran for the door entering the lobby. As she ran out the door, she quickly turned and slammed the large metal door, and put her back against it.
"I need a chair or something!" she shouted.