"I've got a cache of weapons and ammunition, some first aid kits, a few radios, and some other supplies." Alison said. "Sound like a plan." Cindy said as they walked through the city, heading north, as the night club started to burn behind them. They continued through the devastation of what had once been a bustling city. Now the streets were filled with an eerie silence similar to that of a graveyard. There were wrecked or abandoned vehicles scattered about the streets, light posts had been knocked over, power poles had been ripped down. Several of the building they passed had large holes in their walls or windows. And mangled corpses littered the streets, some still intact, others ripped apart. After several minutes of walking, Cindy and Alison managed to reach the hotel Alison had hidden her equipment in. Luckily, there were no zombies in sight, but the entire place stank of decay. The two girls made it to the second floor, where Alison's room was. They were outside Room 203 when they heard a strange noise in the room opposite from them, Room 204. "I'll take a look inside." Cindy said, raising her gun. She pulled the door open to find,
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