This is my first story…on this website anyways. It was originally on a different site but I decided I would try it out here, just for the heck of it. Few curses but not too much gore. Reviews and flames are graciously accepted, critiques in any form are good. Love it or hate it with a vengeance, just don't steal my characters or my story, and I'll be good!

Aurora crossed a clean shaven cinnamon leg over another, eyes closed pensively in thought. Blowing two strands of grey from her face, they casually fell back into bone straight raven, hair in a neat ponytail down to her back. One hand stroking the small silver cross around her neck, the other played across the red gem in her navel.

At the finish of one of the few heavy metal songs downloaded –courtesy of Kazaa- to her MP3, her eyes snapped open, a pair of mischievous green instantly revealed. Smoothing down her black shirt, she stared to the pink outline of an apple, smirking at the words 'Bite me' below it. Silk boxers in stark contrast to the white sheets beneath her, she rolled onto her stomach, attention back to her 5-Star Spiral notebook by her head.

The luminous white lights flooding her hotel room from identical crème lamps flickered for what she counted to be the third time for the evening. The cable box resting opposite her flashed 12:00 repeatedly in red LCD lights, the platinum Philips TV nothing but a fuzz box, useful for making annoying static on the cypress bureau it rested on. Lifting her gaze from the scribbled writing in her notebook, she looked up to a battery run clock hanging just above the door.

2 o clock…

By all means, Aurora should have been nestled in beneath the thick white comforters making up the rigid queen sized bed of the cool hotel room. She should have been done with her paper, a wasted cigarette burnt out on whatever flat surface she could get her hands on. But for some incomprehensible reason, she was on a constant alert, her mind refusing to let her sleep as the hairs along her arms and legs raised every so often from an unheard bump in the nearly vacant hotel bordering near the edge of town.

Sighing, Aurora removed her headphones, extending her paper inches from her face as she began to read aloud her progress. "Most see college life as…" She groaned, frustrated as she ripped the sheet from her book, tossing it into the wastebasket by the bathroom door. She had been in the hotel for almost six hours, four of them spent sleeping, but in the two hours she had been awake…

Only one…bloody…fragment. Hell, not even, a sentence!

Aurora didn't know what was her problem that evening, but she felt her neighbors, in their own special way had contributed to her dilemma. Earlier in the evening, a couple had arrived in around their mid-thirties, the man bleeding lightly from a scratch across his face, his blonde girlfriend seemingly fine. She hadn't minded they had gotten a room right next to her until the moaning started to reach her ears. No problems though, she had her music to cover it up. But then the banging…and screaming…

She threw her notebook inside her knapsack, making space for it in the near empty bag resting on the carpet. Moving aside her lighter, stiletto, and a neon green floppy disk, she slid the book inside, tempted to open one of two bottles of redbull. Lately, she had grown a sort of addiction to the drink.

Bending over, she started to lace up her Timberlands, tucking her stiletto to the side of her boot. "Though the saddest part has to be," She propped her foot up on the tabletop, clumsily knocking over a pack of Newports, the only cigs she could find at the hotel. "That bitch gets laid more in one night than I do in a friggin month," Finishing up on boot one, she started to tie up number two, shaking her head miserably. "Yeah, life's a bitch, only sound reason I can come up with for it."

Swinging her knapsack over her back, Aurora picked up a lone Newport, placing the cig to her lips as she headed to the door. She figured she could go downstairs to the lounge area…hopefully she would make some sort of progress there. But before she did that, she decided she would at least attempt to negotiate with her promiscuous neighbors.

Pushing open the white wooden door, she half expected to hear a roll of thunder at the condition of the halls. The oval lamps hanging lazily from the ceiling were out, the only lighting coming from a plain glass window down each side of the hall along with the dim lighting from beneath her neighbor's door.

Balling up her fist, she rapped heavily on the door. "Hey, instead of playing 'screw around' do you think you guys could play hide and go fu…" She trailed off from her shouting, the door creaking as it swung into a grisly sight, Aurora's jaw dropping at the scene. "Heard of eating the box but god damn…"

Stunned, she realized her original thoughts as to what were going on might've been off. The pillows and sheets were torn, the mattress tossed against the window, bloody handprints decorating the rose and ivory wallpaper. The TV had been thrown into an adjacent wall, glass littering the beige carpet, the light spatters of blood going strangely well with the color scheme.

However, what had struck her was the blonde woman lying down on the floor, a vacant expression in dead blue eyes. She was in an increasingly growing pool of blood, bites and scratches having torn up a once pretty face. Most of her bottom half was devoured or missing, the man from earlier now starting to dine on her torso.

"Holy fuck me Saint Marie," Aurora made the sign of the cross, knowing her comment made no sense whatsoever. The man snapped his head up, turning a psychotic wild eyed gaze to the femme. Getting up to his feet lethargically, face clammy, decomposed, he extended his hands out to what he considered dinner.

Aurora didn't exactly share his same perspective, seeing him for what he was. Dead…and not just because he was obviously a zombie. Dead simply because he was actually going to try and attack her. Instinctively, she struck out a foot, landing a hard blow into his…its jaw. 15 years forced in Tae Kwon Do better be worth SOMETHING. She began to smile as he flew back into the wall, stopping at the sense of fear felt after one good minute, it starting to get back up.

Exiting the room, she shut the door. No mercy…can't show mercy, might come back to bite me, She looked around, breathing robotically. Keep that in mind in the off chance I run into another…whatever he was! Without realizing it, she had broken off into a hasty sprint, kicking open the door of the stairs. Flying down the spiraling metal staircases, she shouldered open the bottom door into the lobby area.

Multiple moans met her hearing, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. She froze, trying to pinpoint the location of each demonic wail, reluctantly closing her eyes. Her breath came heavy but she forced concentration. Most of the staff had been absent for the day…but room service…so three in the kitchen…two down the hall…one….close, Her eyes sprung open. Behind me!

Pivoting in her step, Aurora just managed to avoid the manager's hungry lunge, he missing a huge chunk of his face. He started to reach out to her, but with a grimace, she evaded the deranged one's scratch, brought her hands to his decaying skin, and twisted, a loud crack ripping through the air.

Truly dead once and for all, the plump manager in the bloodied horrendously yellow tweed suit fell with a sickening thud to the burgundy marble floor. Wiping away sticky remnants of rotted flesh along his corpse, she exhaled heavily, wishing she hadn't dropped her Newport. She hated them, sure, but a cig was cig.

Throwing her hotel key into its corresponding hubby, Aurora briskly left the building, going to the only vehicle in the lot, most likely belonging to the late couple. Fiddling with the handle on the shined navy blue car, she started to break the glass, thinking better of it and instead picking the lock.

Hearing the door of the hotel crash open, she yanked open the car door, jumping in and just locking the door as a cleaning woman started to drag herself to her location. Freaked out by the creature's persistent, Aurora dug into her boot, taking out her amethyst studded stiletto.

Messing around with the wires surrounding the steering wheel, she carefully cut away the red and white insulated plastic, fingers shaking as she tried to stay focus beneath the failing light in the parking lot. Zombie woman seconds away, the car suddenly came to life, a loud roar in the silence of the night.

Saying her thanks to whomever was looking down to her; Aurora got onto the driver's side and flipped off the hissing woman. Checking to make sure everything was in order, with a smirk; she stomped down on the gas pedal, making a turn out the lot and to the closest exit from the city.

Driving top-speed for a little more than a half hour, she hit the breaks with gritted teeth at the roadblock that had come from literally nowhere. She cursed beneath her breath, forming a sloppy U-turn. Resting her hands onto the steering wheel, knowing she'd have to go into the belly of the beast in her night attire, she forced optimism into her being as she headed into Raccoon City…