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A few shifts later, the small group of Superstars was able to detect sunlight through the grimy window in their makeshift base. "Looks like it's day now," Daniel yawned.
"You think?" Steve said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Steve," Triple H said, "Where did you find the kitchen?"
"Down the hall," Steve answered, "you'll find it through a pair of doors at the end."
"I'm going to find some breakfast," Triple H announced, picking up the flashlight.
"Watch out for zombies," Steve warned.
"Yeah," Triple H replied, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, Steve."
The Game made his way down the hall, drawing ever nearer to the double doors at its end. He had no idea what he'd find there, but hoped that it would be some form of edible food. Frowning slightly, he pushed his way into the kitchen, hoping to prove Steve's zombie theory wrong.
Instead of making a beeline toward the fridge, Triple H poked around for a few minutes. There were no apparent signs of zombie activity, so he figured that it would be safe to find food.
After a minute or two of rummaging in the fridge, Triple H gathered a few edible-looking foodstuffs and left the room. Little did he know, something was watching.
As he neared the base, Triple H thought he heard a slight creaking noise behind him. Whirling around, he wielded the flashlight like a weapon. Nothing was there.
While Triple H looked around, he suddenly became aware of a bony hand resting on his shoulder. Turning in a slow, unwilling manner, he discovered a figure clothed in a dark cloak with the hood pulled low over the face. Extending his hand, the figure said in a rather demonic voice, "Come with me."
Letting out a rather unmanly shriek, Triple H pushed past the stranger and burst into the base. He leaned against the door, staring, wild-eyed, into space. "What's your problem?" Daniel asked.
"Did you get the food?" Steve questioned.
Glaring daggers at Steve, Triple H recounted his run-in with the cloaked figure. "It could be a murderer!" he cried. "Or death itself!"
"Did he have a scythe?" Steve inquired.
"No," Triple H answered.
"Then that wasn't death," Steve replied.
"Then it was a murderer?" Shawn squeaked.
"Probably," Steve replied, shrugging. "Seriously, though," he added, turning back to Triple H, "Did you get the food?"
Triple H threw some cheese at Steve. "There," he said, "Now will you shut up?"
"Sure," Steve responded, examining the cheese before eating it.
"So," Daniel said, "There's a murderer and some zombies on the loose and we can't get out of this building?"
"Yeah," Triple H groaned. "Thanks for summing that up for us."
"There has to be a way out of here!" Shawn exclaimed. He then proceeded to try to open the window, to no avail.
"Calm down," Steve said between bites of cheese. "That won't work. Trust me; I tried last night."
Once they had finished their improvised breakfast, they decided to take a closer look around the hotel. "Safety in numbers," Shawn reasoned, giving the flashlight a good shake as they left the security of the base.
The foursome traveled in a tight group and moved quickly. They didn't want to be caught off guard by any murderer or zombie. They peeked in a few rooms, only to be met with emptiness. "It looks like the only other occupied room is the one across from ours," Steve said.
"That's good to hear," Shawn pointed out, "But, where are the zombies? And the murderer?"
As if on cue, the group became aware of a slight moaning sound behind them. "What is up with these noises always popping up behind us?" Triple H asked no one in particular as they turned around.
The two zombies that they saw came as something of a surprise. They, however, couldn't hold a candle to the other thing that was standing there. It was none other than the cloaked murderer. He held out his hand again and bellowed, "He who does not heed my call shall feel my eternal wrath!"
"I'll take my chances," Steve said, turning back around and running.
There was a brilliant flash of light and, suddenly, Steve was gone. The three remaining Superstars stared at the place where he'd been just a few seconds before until the murderer spoke again. "None of you shall ever see Steve again," he said. "Do any of you dare run from your everlasting demise?"
None of the other three ventured to move. "Wh-what do you want with us?" Daniel stammered.
At this, the murderer chuckled, a low, dark sound. "You have impeded upon my thousand-year slumber. I shall make you perish," he explained.
"We're not scared of you," Triple H said defiantly, hoping that his bravado would keep the other two from running off. No such luck, as Daniel turned tail and fled.
"Flee while you can," the murderer scoffed. "I will find you and make you pay for your sins."
Triple H looked around to find that Shawn had also disappeared. Looking back at the murderer, he decided it best to get out of there and try to find the other two before the cloaked assassin did. So, he too abandoned the scene.
"Scatter, my enemies," the murderer chortled. "Run to where I alone can find you and bring about your end." He turned and walked leisurely down the hall before vanishing.