The two went on, and noticed that besides the moans from the undead on the outside, there didn't seem to be any activity in the hotel except for their footsteps on the carpet. Cindy found it rather nice but at the same time creepy. Kevin took the moment to reload his gun, and he was on the last clip, which was seven rounds. He knew that despite having ammo for the .45, once he ran out he'd have a problem. He knew he had to look for another weapon.
But Cindy was his first priority. I have to make sure Cindy gets somewhere safe first, and then I'll go scrounge for another weapon.
They came across a hall outside the office, and Kevin went on ahead, finding three doors. Two were locked, but the third one wasn't. Cindy came up and went on in before Kevin could open the door himself. She seemed to be in a hurry.
The room was a single bedroom with the door tot he bathroom wide open. Despite the chaos outside, the room looked as tranquil and peaceful as ever. "Nice room."
Cindy seemed to notice and immediately went and sat on the bed, "Cozy..."
Kevin had his hand on the door handle, "I'm gonna go and search the rest of the floor, wait here for me."
"Don't take too long, alright?"
"I promise, Cindy." And Kevin quietly shut the door behind him as he left.
The second that Kevin had left, Cindy laid down on the bed, curling up into a ball like a frightened child. In what seemed like days, things had happened to her in mere hours. The zombies devouring her friend Will, who came back from the dead as a zombie moments later. The suicide of the security guard Bob as his friend Mark screamed his name. Finally the sacrifice of the cop Kevin knew as Raymond in the alley. The explosion that rocked her world even more so made it feel like the end of the world was upon her. Cindy would have started crying well before that had Kevin not pushed her on. He had saved her in the bar from Will, putting a bullet in his head to save her. Then he nearly got himself killed rescuing her from the tanker explosion. She had returned the favor though, saving him from drowning by CPR in the sewers. Kevin and her were good friends but it still felt more than that at times. It was no secret he flirted with her on a regular basis at the bar, but could it have been more than that at one time or another?
Still, Kevin was a professional policeman, he put his job and saving others before himself, so it shouldn't surprise me that he'd rescue me all those times... Cindy thought as she sat up. Feeling itchy in her uniform, she then decided to get her mind off things by cleaning herself up. Common sense told her not to when monsters were all over the place, but she knew that those things couldn't open doors and Kevin would more than likely knock before he entered so she didn't feel too nervous. She went into the bathroom and found a bathtub and a sink crammed into the small space. The tub was off to the left of the door while the sink was straight across from the door. She shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. "Besides, I won't be too long. I'll be sure to be done before he even gets back."
Kevin had checked the room next to Cindy's and found nothing, save for an iron pipe and a dead body. The body had been that of a female reporter, but the name-tag had been covered in the innards that had been ripped and devoured right out of her. The cop took the pipe and though it wasn't a gun, it was better than nothing at the moment. I can at least bash in a lone zombie should I run into one.
The next room held nothing but a small hole in the wall that led to the next room. Deciding against the scenic route, the officer decided to crawl through the hole. The room was pretty black due to the lights off, or maybe they were out, but he heard nothing as he crawled back to the other room.
The next two rooms gave similar results, and he decided to take a quick look up the stairs before heading back to check up on Cindy. No harm in making sure, right?