Peter awoke to a woman's scream from the room above him. He got up and put on his belt and checked his gun. The door started to shake and rattle as something on the other side banged and slammed on it. Peter trained his gun on the large wooden plank, backing into the bathroom. Peter overstepped and fell into the tub. The door busted open and seven shadowy figures stumbled into the room. Looking around frantically, his eyes set themselves upon a wooden-handle plunger. Getting up, Peter picked up the plunger and swung it at the closest one. Time seemed to slow down as the rubber part of the plunger flew towards the moonlit face of the creature. From the moonlight, Peter saw that the thing was human, but only slightly. It's right eye was bulging and pus-filled, while the left eye was hanging from the socket. Chunks of skin weremissing fromit's face, including the nose. Blood was spreadacross it's lips,mixed with drool.Peter could smell the decay from thecreature.The plunger collided with the right side of the head and tore off rotting skin and shattered brittle bone. As a final spasm, the zombie's hand shot out and slapped Peter, knocking him back into the tub. "That's it!", he screamed, crawling from the huge bucket," Target Practice!" He shot one of the slobbering carrion in the temple. Letting out a wail of defeat, it fell. Peter pulled the trigger repeatedly, changing targets with every shot. One of them caught a bullet through the oral cavity, shattering two teeth and penatrating the back of the monster's throat. The bullet continued to fly and lodged itself in the brain of the dead distorted man behind it. All seven of the things, the zombies, had fallen and liemotionless in pools of blood on the creaky floor. Searching the bodies, Peter came up with half a packet of matches, a zippo lighter, a pencil and some paper clips and pocket lint. He put the flammable objects in his pockets, the pencil in his pack, and entered the putrid smelling hallway.
Observing his surroundings, he saw, well... heard first, three zombies down the hall to his left, and a flight of stairs to his right. Peter put the rubber part of the plunger on the floor, put his foot on it, and pulled up on the handle. The wooden pole came sliding out with little resistance and Peter moved towards the shuffling corpses. One of the zombies lunged for him and slammed it's jaws down but, instead of biting skin,it gotthe gunbarrel stuck in his mouth and a bullet sliced it's spinal cord. The other two came at him and their skulls had a conversation with the wooden handle.
Rushing down the stairs, he saw a huge, bulking creature that looked remotely like Andre the Giant with purple tubes sticking out his neck and shoulders, was standing in the lobby, dead people strewn about the room. Peter jumped back behind the corner... and into the arms of a drooling cannibal. "Ah!", Peter cried, aiming his gun in between the eyes of the zombie and fired, decimating the woman's face. He turned the corner and hurried to the bar. Peter grabbed some rags and stuffed them inside bottles of Sake, Beringer, and Alazair. Capping the bottles, he stuffed them inside his pack and left the hotel. Peter searched the nearest police car and found a Barretta M92F in the glove compartment with three clips, and a Benelli 12 gauge in the backseat with two shells. He quickly seached another car but only came up with a single clip for the 9mm. The boy hurried down the street and into the R.P.D.
On the desk were three clips for the 9mm, and seven shells werespread across the main hall and under the desk. He checked all the doors and found that they were all locked except for one. Peter entered and as soon as he closed the door, he heard a slow hiss. He holstered the Glock 17 and pulled out the Benelli. He peeked around the corner to find a red-skinned creature with it's brain exposed crawling around on the floor. Peter slowly turned the corner and fired twice, once at the right hind leg and once at the left shoulderblade. The creature shreiked in agony, turned around, and lunged at Peter.
