Chapter 2
"Mom, mom come on wake up Mark and me are fine" David said trying to shake his mother into consciousness. She slowly and shakily stood up with David's assistance. "Mom listen, Mark will be fine but we need to get him some help, we gotta find some shelter before more of those things show up." Laura nodded and got into the front seat of the van. "David lay Mark down in the back." She said taking a deep breath trying to concentrate. "CreekView's still a ways away but according to the map there's supposed to be a motel a few minutes away." "Maybe we can find some help."
"Miller, Bronson, Franks, Robinson there's a motel near by." Commander Phillips said. "We're going to drop you onto the roof, go in and check for survivors, radio if you find any." "We're going to check the local towns for survivors." The four grabbed onto the fast ropes hung from the helicopter and slid down onto the roof of the small white motel. The black military helicopter flew into the darkening horizon as the sounds of the engines died away leaving only their breathing and dead silence.
Terry broke off the legs from a crappy end table. He cut another piece out of the blanket and tied his pocket-knife to the end of the table leg to make a shabby spear. "Well it's better than nothing" Terry said checking his handy work. He slowly opened the door and checked side to side. He pulled out a lighter to light his way. The hall was better illuminated as he looked side to side. He turned to the right and saw the figure of a human. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked slowly approaching the figure. The figure whirled around to reveal a greyish, bloody, torn face. It released a grunt and swung at Terry. Terry slashed and hacked at the terrible creature with his makeshift spear. The creature finally fell as Terry continued to whack it. "Shit, I'm gonna need a bigger weapon."
On top of the CreekView motel four of the C.A.A.R.T members dropped in through an air vent into the dark motel. "Flashlights on" Robinson said taking the lead and attaching a flashlight to an AK 47. "Are there any survivors!?" Miller shouted into the darkness. He heard his voice echo but that was about it. "Miller, Bronson watch our backs, Franks and I will lead" Robinson said. The four moved slowly moved through the nightmarish motel. Franks stopped moving "guys do you hear that?" He asked. Sure enough there was soft sing-song moaning and crying coming from somewhere down the dark hall. "It's coming from that room over there, number 24" Franks said moving towards the door.
Laura pulled up to the motel. The paint was peeling and she thought the place could fall apart at any minute. She opened the side doors of the mini van and with David they carried Mark to the front door. She peered inside the glass doors but saw only darkness. She pulled on the doors which opened quite easily. They pulled Mark inside and layed him down on the front desk. David looked through the key cubby to try and find a room where they could take shelter in. Laura opened Mark's blue plaid buttoned shirt. She turned her head and almost vomitted at the sight of his wound. "Shit we need to find something to patch up that wound or you're gonna bleed out." "Mom I found somewhere to take shelter in" David said holding up room keys. "Alright come over here and give me a hand" she said as they lifted Mark carefully as they made their way to room 26
Franks knocked on the door and asked if the women inside was alright. No response just more crying and moaning. "Mam I'm coming in now" he said opening the door. He did a scan of the area with his flashlight shining it directly on the crying woman. She turned to face him, her crimson eyes glowing. "What the fu-" he got out before the woman charged at him with shockingly long nails, more like claws. The woman knocked him down with a claw swipe. She let out an ear piercing scream lifting her claws high. Franks heard gunshots from his teammates but it was too late. The woman dug her claws into his body tearing into him with wicked speed. Things got dark and then Franks was no more.
"What the hell was that?" Terry asked after hearing several loud screams. "Is someone else here?" He pulled his spear out of the zombie and made his way down the hall to the source of the commotion. He saw several beams of light cut through the seemingly infinite darkness. He heard men shouting and shooting at something. He heard one final ear piercing scream then nothing. He ran towards the beams of light. He saw three men decked out in soldier gear, all of them heavily armed. They were all standing over another soldier, this won was obviously dead. Next to him a deathly pale creature with long claws. The three looked at him "jesus someone in this shit holes actually alive" one said. "Yeah and I've got a hotels worth of food stored in my room." Terry said.
After hearing all the screaming Laura and company decided that even though there may be people down there, it could also be something worse. "David stay here, if I'm not back in 5 minutes find another room" she said. David nodded and watched his mother walk into the abyss.