Franks P.O.V

A strong breeze hit me hard and I woke up. Slowly I opened my eyes, shivering, seeing I was lying in a hotel room. The walls were two shades of orange, running down to the floor in thin stripes.

There were two matching tan chairs in two separate corners. The carpet was the same tan.

I rolled over, wanting to figure out where the damn wind was coming from. A hole?

I shot up, my vision becoming sober. A giant window was broken, glass was still sticking out of the window pane; most of it was scattered all over the floor.

I scrambled up, in search of something to wear. If I could find at least pants, I'd be fine.

My eyes scanned the room, catching a mini-fridge with pants draped over it. I tried to get over to them as fast as I could, picking them up and seeing they were my size; with cuts on the knees.

I pulled them up over my boxers, not being able to button them before I had to put my hands at my ears to prevent a screech from popping my ear drums.

I turned my head and saw something fall from the sky, right outside my window. Then everything went silent.

"The hell?" I said under my breath. I forced my feet to move. Slowly I moved my way around the broken glass shards.

I placed my hand on the window holder where glass wasn't sticking out, and looked over the edge to the ground.

The thing I saw want alive anymore. There was a girl wearing short shorts and a tank top. Her legs were twisted backwards and her body was somewhat smashed; most likely from the impact of the ground.

Once I reached her face, I felt my vomit reflects come up, but I swallowed it down almost instantly. The flesh of her left cheek was missing from her jaw line to her cheek bone. I could see the teeth, and probably, if I was close enough, count them.

Another scream and a loud spat before another body fell, but this one's head blew up.

I staggered back, stepping on some glass but to scared to care anymore, guys can be scared in this situation, right?

I turned absentmindedly and noticed a pile of bags in a corner, near the chairs. I sprinted over, not wanting to stay here any longer then I already have.

The first bag was an empty duffle bag. Without thinking, I started pulling open zipper after zipper.

Most were clothes, which I packed for later use, pulling on a loose grey shirt, some biker boots, and a pair of fingerless gloves. A silver suitcase came up. One that you'd see in a secret agent movie, it's usually filled with a million or so dollars, so you could probably tell how excited I was.

Quickly I clicked it open, throwing the top up, too see absolutely no money. Although I did see some bags with green stuff, but most was white and powdery, some was chalkish looking which I expected to be heroin.

"My lucky day..." I whispered to myself while shoving the bags under all the clothes, just to be safe. I couldn't possibly be the only person still alive... Right?

Once I'd gotten the drugs, I zipped up the bag, not caring about any other bag. I swung the duffle bag over my shoulder, leaving the room as if I'd never seen it.

The hallway was long, but the elevator was close by, I looked around, just to be safe. Silence, besides the flickering sound of a light about two doors down.

I emerged farther out, but my guy told me otherwise. Of course I was going to ignore it.

I walked down the hall to the elevator, pushing the down button to see if it still worked.

Ding!

Apparently it did. The doors slid open, getting stuck for a second before opening all the way. I hesitated when walking in, but pushed myself to, pressing the lobby button once I was inside.

The doors closed in front of me and my gut started flaming. I winced a little, but overall, ignored it. The elevator music was getting noticed and it started to annoy me almost instantly. 'Why didn't I take the stairs...?'

The lights flickered and my head went straight up. They stopped and I slowly put my head down, regretting taking the elevator even more.

Suddenly the lights went out and the elevator stopped. I cursed under my breath. Then I felt my stomach drop just as the elevator did.

A loud crash and the sound of glass shattering filled my ears. I didn't realize my head broke it until something warm went down my neck before a splitting head ache attacked me.

The lights came back on and the elevator stopped, throwing me a few feet into the air. I tried to push myself onto my feet but the doors opened early.

A gargling moan and I looked up. The living hell was standing in front of me. The thing was covered in blood; flesh was peeling off its face and arms.

My reflects took action, I grabbed the first thing I could and sliced its throat. Glass was all there really was.

The monster staggered back a little as the think redness seeped through his neck, going down its collar bone.

I jumped up, dizzy for an instant before going sober again. I pushed it to the ground, smashing its head with my boot. I could honestly care less if I was covered in blood, it felt awesome to let my anger out on this thing that couldn't feel it.

I didn't realize I'd been huffing. I took a deep breath and grabbed the duffle bag from the corner of the elevator, leaving as if nothing had happened.

The lobby was pretty quiet, a little too quiet. I had a feeling something, probably another thing, was going to pop out like in most horror movies.

I saw a corner and figured I'd act like it was a horror movie, just for fun.

I pushed myself against the wall, raising my hands up and balling them into fists. My heart started to pound quicker and harder, pushing my adrenaline levels.

I slowly inched closer and closer until I was in line with the corner. I took a deep breath, punched the air a few times just to make sure my body still worked.

My body weight swung around the corner, I squeezed my eyes shut and started punching the air at random. When I realized I wasn't hiring anything, I slowed down and opened my eyes.

Just a large mirror, 'wow I'm an idiot...' I started to check myself out. Fauxhawk still in place, clothes red stained, yeah I was fine.

I turned on my heels and started to go out the front doors, hoping there was some kind of car out there.

Outside the sun made an instant sweat hit me, but it went away with the cold breeze. I looked around; the parking lot was almost dead. Then my eyes caught a shiny black pick up.

I swiveled my eyes around, making sure it was safe, before making a B-line straight to it. I grabbed the handle and pulled. Locked.

I put my bag down and looked around. A big piece of cement was sitting next to a lamppost just a few paces away. I staggered over to it and picked it up, bring it to my chest. I took slow, steady, steps so I wouldn't hurt myself.

Once I got to the window, I practically threw the block at it. Of course the glass broke. I elbowed the rest out of its place so it was an open hole before sticking my hand in and unlocking it.

I pulled the door open, pushing the cement onto the ground, having it break into large chunks. I picked up my bag from the ground and threw it into the passenger seat. I pulled myself into the drivers and realized I didn't have keys. Time to use my magic fingers to hot wire this baby.

I pushed myself under the steering wheel and started pulling wires apart, attaching the ones that went together. The engine suddenly roared to life.

I got back up and laughed. "Let's go, baby!" I yelled while putting the car into drive and zooming off to the main road, away from the hotel, hoping there was some sort of life somewhere.