"Zombie Survival: 'Las Vegas'

Jacob and Ben were getting off of the elevator when someone ran towards them. Ben slapped the top floor button and hit the door close button also. "That'll make him slow down, prick." Jacob looked over at Ben and asked. "What has he done to you?" Ben laughed. "I don't know he'll probably be pissed because of that." Jacob sighed. "You think?" They both headed towards the bar like they had planned.

Jake almost made it to the elevator, as it closed.

"Damnit!," He shouted. He started to look for another elevator. Down the hall, another elevator opened. He pushed his way through, and pressed the five, and the door closed.

Jordan watched as one of the targets ran by and entered the elevator. Jordan arose from the front counter and put up a sign that he wrote in marker. "In the back. Will return in a moment." He then walked over the the men's locker room where most of the security guards sat around, watching tv, playing poker, and smoking. Jordan handed them printed papers with the guests info on it.

"Whats this?" one of the guards asked.
"We have some wanted in the building," Jordan told them.
"So what if a few guys have some military training. Not like their a threat," smirked a guard.
"Now tell me, why would so many people with alike backgrounds being staying at the same resort?"
"Umm because there is a 10 million dollar prize," replied another guard.
"I don't think so. Tonight lock the doors and let no one in or out. Remember those pictures. Don't let them escape. Watch them." Jordan demanded. "Well why you sitting there? Get up!"

The guards grabbed their 9mms and ran out of the locker room. They covered the exits, entrances, elevators and stairs.

"I got two at the pool. The cop and the close-combat man," reported one security official.
"I got two headed to the bar."
"Alright me, James and Ryan got the front door."

Walkie-talkie reports kept coming in. The security began to slowly lock-down the resort in secret, causing no suspicion.

"Alright guys, no one make a move, it is too dangerous. Be careful with the criminals and the reckless roommates. Once Rand is away from the pool, tell him of the situation, we could use his help. Watch out for the karate man with Rand. Alright boys, no firing unless fired on. Tomorrow morning we will make the move once Bill calls them down 9:00 am for the prize contest. Lets do this right. Over," Jordan said.

He took out his 9mm and checked the magazine. Full clip. He put it back in and sat at the front desk again, turning on the radio.

"well umm sir sorry but i wanna head back to my room i want to se if my friend is alright" He got up. He didnt mind the man but he was nervous about talking to a stanger bout his feelings. He figured he just walk to the bar. He made his way there.

Ben didn't even turn around, he kept walking beside Jacob. "They are watching us.. well you." Jacob laughed. "You're being paranoid again." Ben sighed. "I guess you are right. Oh gees I forgot my smokes. They don't sell any here either. I'll be back man just heading to the store real quick. Get me a Sam Adams for when I get back too" Jacob couldn't help but laugh as he walked on. "Will do bro!" He made it to the bar while Ben just made it to the front doors.

The elevator doors opened up, and he darted to his room. He dropped his key, as he panicked to stick it in there. Derek opened the door, and let him in, and closed it. Jake went to his bed, and emptied his pockets.

He counted a total of 143 dollars.
"Were'd you get that from?" Derek asked.
"A store," Jake said."But on the way back here, a couple of pricks closed the elevator as I tried to get in. If I ever meet em again, Im gunna splatter their brains all over their mothers." Derek grimaced at the thought. He hated blood.
"I need you to go downstairs, and see if any cops are coming." Jake demanded."And while your down there, go toss away some of our money at the casino." Derek tried to argue, but Jake always won.

Derek grabbed the 143 dollars, and went down stairs. He went to the doors, and began to open them.

"This is Sam. We have Rand on the move. Making contact. Over."

Sam began to walk towards Rand, he hurried to intercept him before he reached the bar.

"Excuse me sir, but Mr.Fox, the head of security, needs you at the front desk. It's important."

Sam then turned and walked back to his area.

"This is Dylan. We got Ben Sapp here. Over, making contact." Dylan motioned for Leo and Tyler. "Excuse me Mr.Sapp, we need you to come with us to the front desk."

"This is Chris here. Derek on the move. Approaching," he called for three other guards. "Mr.Freeman! We need you to come with us to the front desk."

Ben reached the doors and found them locked. "Damn.." He grabbed a walkie out of his pocket and clicked the button. "Jake we have been locked in.. keep on edge." The walkie crackled back. "Will do man." He turned to the guard and went willingly. "Yes, sir."

"Ah shit," Derek said, walking to the desk."Whats wrong now?

"Hello, I'm Jordan Fox. We have met. We know what you and your brother are up too, both of you. If you do not mind taking a seat behind me, we will clear this up. Same with you Mr.Sapp, take a seat."

Derek grinned.

"What's the problem officer.. or should I say security," Derek said the last part harshly. He did not care for security. They could not shoot worth crap. Or at least he thought they couldn't.

Sapp sat down in the seat and watched the guards walk by. He grabbed the talkie from his pocket and clicked the button. "Jake get to the room now!" Jacob's head shot up and he started to move quickly to the elevators. He reached them and go inside and pressed 14. Ben dropped the talkie and continued to watch the guards.

"Very funny young man. You can be a comidian...in jail." directing it to Freeman, "Now, do any of you have a gun with you or in your room?" Jordan asked Freeman and Sapp.

"Why yes actually, a shotgun, two pistols, 90 shells, and 30 clips." He grinned as he knew by this time Jacob had already made it to the room to stash the guns in discrete hiding places. The first place he hid the shot gun was behind a ceiling panel in the bath room and he hid the two pistols in a tear he made in the mattress.

"I'm afraid not sir," Derek said popping his feet on the desk." Now why would i be bringing a gun to Las Vegas. Me and my bro only want to waste our well earned money. We don't even own a gun, let alone an pellet gun."

Coddy entered the room. Just as Cy was just finishing up some exorcises.
"Hey Pop lets go get some food im starving"
"alright" Cy replied "let me take a shower"

as his dad took a shower coddy turned on the T.V.

"In the news, a boy brought in to the L.V.General Hospital attacks Dr. and vacates premises. The Dr. is in Stable condition but seems to be suffering from High fever and extreme infection were the young boy bit him. There is a A.P.B. out for the boy who apparently is mentally ill. Any one seeing the boy should avoid him and contact L.V.P.D."

"Dad you gotta see this. There is some psycho kid running around biting people" coddy exclaimed in an excited tone.

Cy, toweling of commented. "Its Las Vegas. There are all kinds of wacky crap going on"

"A very honest man indeed. You may go to your room. We have no authorization to arrest you. The police will be here in the morning." Jordan nodded to Sapp.

"As for Derek. Do you really think two criminals with your history wouldn't bring a gun? Go to your room."

"The both of you are not allowed out of your room with your brothers. Stay there and await till tomorrow morning. You guys are under arrest for bring a weapon to a public area. And trust me," Jordan leaned in "Don't make a wrong move, this is no movie, 4 men with guns isn't going to get past 35 men with guns. Trust me." Jordan grinned. "Now get out of here."

He looked at his watch, 7:40 pm. The cops would arrive at 9:00am tomorrow.

Jacob had just entered the main room and met up with Ben. He slipped him one of the pistols and it was hard to see but some could tell that Jacob had the other. "Tonight is really ****ed up man... and I don't have any smokes." Jacob looked around. "What are we gonna do?" Ben shrugged and started to walk towards the pool. "I don't know about you but I'm going to the pool." Jacob sighed. "Might as well join you."

Derek popped up, and started walking towards the elevator.

"Not like the first time I've been arrested. I would have your badge number, to come after you after I get out, but it looks like you don't have one." Derek chuckled, and closed the elevator.

Jordan turned to the other guards. "Whats with the police? Are they seriously coming tomorrow?"
"Nah, we just want the guys to make a mistake, you know? Wound a guard or something, so we can shoot them. They have SWAT on stand-by," Sam replied.
"But you know me, they want to take a stick of bubblegum out of their pocket.." Jordan made a pistol movement with his fingers. "Clear?"
"What about the other man and his son?"
"Don't worry about them, worry about these men."

Jordan returned to his seat at the front desk, and the rest of the guards scrambled around, hands on their 9mms.