In the city center of Almeria, the hotel's turnover was plummeting in a stark dive.
The reason was straightforward: due to the occupation by the Undead Army, human tourists had almost stopped visiting this seaside city, and the undead themselves had no need for sleep.
Thus, it wasn't just the hotels in the city but also the catering industry, entertainment industry, and other tertiary sectors that were shutting down or closing their doors, incurring losses so severe that even the owners were afraid to acknowledge the accounts.
As for the few out-of-town guests who had managed to check in, the hotel staff treated them like treasures—since the whole southern part of Iberia was overrun with undead, these guests had mostly postponed their original plans to leave, but that didn't mean they wouldn't switch hotels.
That day, a guest had just returned from outside, her hands laden with large and small bags of food... seemingly supplies she had purchased from outside.
