Zak tilted his head back against the door and listened; the footsteps had disappeared down the stairs. Quietly he got back to his feet and went into the bathroom where he splashed himself with cold water to try and pull himself together. The cold sting of the water brought him to his senses. After drying his face Zak left his room quietly.
He waited for a few seconds, listening for any sound from the building but it was completely silent. Slowly the bounty hunter made his way down the corridor. On his way down he tried many of the doors but most of them were empty bedrooms. On the next floor Zak found a door that he could not unlock. Again Zak kicked the door inwards with a loud crash that reverberated around the old hotel. When he did not hear any footsteps or any sign of life Zak stepped into the bedroom. It too had its windows wide open and the bathroom light was on. Zak walked over to the door, gun drawn. He lightly pushed it open to reveal a clean bathroom. Carefully Zak walked into the room; something red caught his eye in the bathtub. Zak went over and examined the bizarre blood-covered objects in the bath. The bath was filled with pens, pins, knives, forks and many other items with sharp tips, blood had turned solid on the items which made Zak wonder how long they had been there. Zak sighed and got back to his feet; he had no reason to remain in the hotel and so holstered his gun and left the bedroom.
Half way down the hallway he heard scraping footsteps behind him. Zak turned around slowly and his eyesight picked out a figure that stood in the shadows.
"Hello?" Zak called out but got no reply. Slowly the figure made its way into the light that came from a small outside-light on the building next door. It was a man, an old man by the look of him. The man in question was horribly disfigured and was dripping with blood. He moaned and began to stumble towards Zak quickly. The bounty hunter called out for the man to stop but he did not. The old, disfigured individual opened his mouth wide to reveal rows of brown, broken teeth. Zak slammed his fist into the centre of the old man's chest sending him crashing against the doorframe of a bedroom door. The old man gurgled slightly as he slid down the doorframe and hit the floor with a dull slap. Not wanting to take the man's pulse Zak turned and ran down the corridor until he reached the front doors. He kicked them and tried unbolting them but nothing worked. Zak picked up an umbrella stand and threw it through one of the windows. The sound of breaking glass echoed outwards into the mist-covered town like a shot.
With almost cat-like agility Zak jumped and pulled himself through the window before setting off at a run to his car. The car was fine, to his delight. Swiftly he got into the drivers seat and fished the keys from his pocket. Before igniting the engine Zak looked out at the town and wondered where everyone was and who the man inside had been.
Since he did not know the answer to either question he turned the key, the engine roared loudly and Zak quickly put it into reverse and skidded out into the road, he was going to leave this god-forsaken town. With a piercing screech and a wave of smoke from the tyres Zak sped away into the darkness.