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The door to suite 387 creaked open with a slow groan as the only living man on the 7th floor of the Diamond Dust hotel stepped slowly out into the quiet abandoned hallway. A fully loaded gun was tightly gripped in his hand and ready to fire should something come along. "Fuck..." Jack groaned as he closed the door behind him and admired the fresh blood smeared on the wall. "This whole fuckin' place has gone to hell..." Three days ago he had decided to check out and be on his way. Three days ago the hotel was overrun by creatures that were only supposed to exist in horror movies or comic books. He had spent the previous night partying with some "friends" who he had met up with after he won a $10,000 jackpot in the casino downstairs. He got up late the next morning at 1:34 p.m. with a hangover and about a fifth of the money he had won the previous night. A few pieces of underwear and an empty sea of wine bottles had told him all he needed to know about how the party had gone. He had though lady luck was back on his side after a few weeks of slowly and steadly getting back on his feet, but she was only being a tease before throwing him out on his ass.
A woman was attacked in the lobby by... a thing... with massive arms that crushed her to a pulp. Jack had been heading to the front desk when he nearly caught a chair to the face traveling about sixty miles an hour. It missed him by inches. No one had known where the thing had come from, but it was soon joined by other walking horrors that made quick work of the guests. The security team fought valantly to the last man... although in the end it did little to stem the tide of oncoming zombies. Most of the guests made a vain attempt to get to the doors and fire exits... few even made it outside. Knowing he had no chance of making it to the city from the desert with these things about Jack made a run for the elevator and pressed a random button as quickly as he could. The door closed just as a cocktail waitress with a bleeding neck wound collasped on the floor in front of him. The last sight he saw as the elevator made its ascent was of a massive zombie closing in on the defenceless woman. Seconds after the door closed he heard her scream, a scream that would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life... however short it may be. By chance, the floor the elevator stopped on was 7, the very place he had just left mere minutes ago.
A weak laugh escaped his lips at the sheer irony of it all. The screams continued as he walked back into his room to enjoy his last few minutes of life. Hours pasted as he druck away his sorrows with the alcohol he still had. The only thing that kept him from commiting suicide by overdose was the thought of being trapped without booze should he fail. On his second day he finally ran out of the cheap beer he had drunk once he had polished off the rest of the wine. Fortunately, the screams had worn down to about once or twice every few hours and he was so inebriated he didn't care. "I shudda O.D.'d when I had the chance." He slurred as he looked at the barrier preventing entry to his room and fell asleep. On his third day he grew tired of waiting for death to come and decided to go find it on the outside. It might not be quick or painless, but it was better then waiting for one of those things to find him. He was about to take down the barricade when he noticed something sitting under an overturned glass bowl on the table...
It was a fully loaded handgun.
Jack had no idea how it had gotten there or how he had failed to notice it before now. It was possible he had taken it off a security guard when he ran, after all, he had such an adrenaline rush at the time that with everything else going on the whole event was a huge blur. Maybe it had belonged to someone who he had invited up to his room, he DID only know those people for a few hours before he got drunk off his ass at his success party. He couldn't know for sure, and probably would never know. However, one thing was for sure... lady luck wasn't ready to completely abandon him, at least not yet. He walked down the hall and looked out over the balcony at the courtyard in the center of the hotel below. Images from his brief stay here flashed through his mind. What was once a bright and cheery 5 star hotel was now a glorified graveyard. Bodies were strewn about all over the ground, some sprawled out in chairs, some floating in the pool, some were even hanging off the balconies across from him. There was some movement and noise on the floors below him and he could see zombies shambling in the bright midday sunlight of the courtyard, though, thankfully no one was left on this floor. At least, no one breathing. Jack took a deep breath... and headed out.
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