Nearly all the rooms he went into held nothing but a bottle of pain pills. In all honesty, Nick was a bit disappointed. The light on top of his AK-47 shined down the row of doors, the conman wondering if he should just turn back and regroup. He might have just done so if it weren't for the sudden splotch of red that caught his eye.
Immediately he shined his light back on the object, recognizing the bloody door handle. He walked past two sets of doors to reach it, and as he found himself in front of the desired object it was only then that he noticed the small droplets of blood that led up to the faded blue door. Well, I'm either about to find a zombie, or a dead person… Nick morbidly thought. Either way, however, it meant that there had to be something they left behind that he could hopefully use. He then reached for the handle, cringing at having to touch the dry blood, before his face then frowned in confusion. Locked?
"I better find something good…" Nick mumbled, noting how it was probably the only locked door he had come across. He then proceeded to take a step back, and with one powerful kick the door swung open with a bang. If there did happen to be any sort of undead, he would have known right away from the noise he made breaking in. However, his confusion only further grew upon seeing and hearing nothing as he held up his gun, his light searching the small room. The only thing that was out of place was the bloodstains on the carpet and bed, ultimately forming a little trail to the bathroom. An unordinary sigh escaped Nick's lips. He debated just turning back, not wanting to see the probable body lying in despair on the floor or in the tub, but the beckoning of possible supplies still pushed him to reach for the bathroom door. He had to break into the room after all, he wasn't about to put that energy to waste. And it wasn't about getting the best prize either. This was just survival.
The doorknob was once again stained with scarlet, but he steeled himself as he opened the door, puzzled for a moment as it abruptly stopped mid-swing. Right as Nick peered over the edge of the door to investigate, he simultaneously heard a small groan.
His features instantly turned into one of disbelief and shock. He quickly realized it was due to a pair of moving feet that the door had been unable to open fully.
"Holy shit…" Nick trailed off, lowering his gun as he fully entered the petite bathroom. For a moment, he couldn't process the thought of meeting an actual live person, believing she might have been a zombie, but the vibrant glow of her skin and the neatly bandaged wounds told him otherwise. It seemed she had decided to take a rest, for her form was sitting against the bath tub, and what he assumed to be her shirt was rolled up behind her head as a makeshift pillow.
Her hair framed her face, most of it kept in a side braid that hung over her right shoulder. Her white tank top and dark blue jeans were stained with blood and dirt, not looking much different than his white suit. He couldn't help but wonder how long she had been out here, alone, noticing the bandage above her left eye and the gauze wrapped around her right forearm. He at least hoped it meant she was immune. He couldn't help but give a small smirk as he looked back up at her petite facial features though. Looks like I definitely did find something good.
At that moment he noticed her body shifted as she began to wake up, her lips releasing another small groan as she began to blink her eyes open.
"Hey, you alright there?" He could only manage to ask, watching as she suddenly looked confused as her line of sight finally focused on him. It took a split second for her to react, her mind suddenly seeming to fully awaken in a matter of seconds. He noted her sapphire eyes held a flicker of fear for a split second before determination replaced it, her hand frantically trying to grab the pistol lying next to her as her eyes remained carefully on Nick. He never gave her the chance to do anything else as he instantly held up his AK-47 at the action.
"Hold up there, sweetheart. Pretty sure we're on the same team. If I wanted to do anything to you, I would've done it already when you were asleep." He calmly stated, watching anger flood her features.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She spat, watching as the man only slightly lowered his gun.
"Are you immune?" Was the only answer she got from him, immediately confusing her. Who the hell answers a question with a question?
"What?!" The woman couldn't help but say incredulously. Was he seriously asking me this?!
Her anger flared once again as she looked at him. She could immediately tell he had probably had his fair share of dealing with the infected by the looks of his tarnished suit, so she knew he would understand what she was talking about as she pointed out her right arm.
"What the hell do you think?!" She blatantly stated, once again reaching for her gun as she motioned to stand. She knew the only reason the random man before her was not getting defensive at her movements was due to her weakened state. Despite the pistol she held in her right hand, it took her a moment to fully stand, having to use the edge of the bathtub for support as she managed to get to her own two feet. She once again glanced up to the man before her.
"You still haven't answered my question." She pointed out, waiting for his response as she stared him down. A sense of confusion washed over her as she watched a smile that was almost… flirtatious? Are you kidding me? Cross his lips. His darker features coupled with the white suit already made him seem shady enough.
"The name's Nick." Was the only thing she got out of him before he walked out of the bathroom. She immediately followed, intending on calling out to him to stop. She still had no idea who he was, barely trusting him in the slightest, but right as she exited the bathroom another woman came walking into the run down motel room as well. Both were unable to help themselves as they stared at each other with a sense of shock. Nick was unable to help himself as a smirk tugged at his lips.
"You will not believe what I found."