The sunlight peered through the hotel room curtains, waking Darren up. He slowly moved out of bed and looked around the hotel room. Their were three beds, Stan and Abel were still sleeping on theirs. Darren grabbed a small hand knife and went to the hallway. He saw Francis standing outside, eating a small sandwich.
"Is Lennon still sleeping?" Darren asked.
Francis quickly swallowed his food and replied with a simple "Yeah".
"Wake him up, we're running out of food and it's his turn to scavenge with Abel and Frank."
Francis finished eating his sandwich and entered back into his room. Darren turned around and went back into his room and saw that Abel was awake and Stan was still asleep.
"Hey, Darren. Today is my scavenge day right?" Abel asked, half awake.
"Yeah, you're going with Lennon and Frank. Lennon's got a map marked with some places that might not be looted yet."
"Ok, Let me get changed and I'll meet with them down in the lobby." Abel replied, sounding extremely tired.
Abel walked to the wardrobe too grab some light clothing, a black t-shirt and a hoodie of the same colour, grey jogging bottoms and accompanying grey knock-off sneakers. Entering the bathroom to get changed, Abel looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a dirty blonde and draped down to his shoulders, he was only 20 but the stubble growing on his face aged him quiet a bit. He got changed into his clothes and left the bathroom.
He looked at Stan peacefully sleeping, he considered waking him but decided against it. He got a piece of paper and pen and wrote on it and placed it at the bedside table next to Stan's bed and left the hotel room. He eventually reached the lobby and saw most of the residents of the hotel awaiting him.
Abel glanced at everyone in the lobby, Darren looked nervous; Francis and Rufus were sitting down and talking about something; Simon was smoking a cigarette and Paul had a fierce look in his eyes.
"Hey, Abel." Paul said, "I'm going with you guys,"
"Why?" Abel replied, "It isn't your turn yet."
"Its just..." Paul paused, "I saw the route Lennon had planned and it stops past my house."
Paul paused again for a second.
"My wife... I can't leave her as one of them."
Abel looked at Paul and handed him his pocket knife.
"We're leaving."
Abel, Paul, Lennon and Frank left the lobby of the hotel and proceeded down the road. They had no working cars, so walking was the only option.
Darren watched them walk off and walked back inside the hotel.
"Darren." Simon called out, "Come here."
Darren walked over to Simon (Who was still smoking) and asked, "What?"
"That radio that Rufus and Dominic found last week. I got it working." Simon took the cigarette out of his mouth and killed the small flame in an ashtray. "I even made contact with someone."
"Contact?" Darren was shocked, "With who?"
"I don't know, It was a woman but she didn't give me a name or anything, but last night she told me to come back at twelve and she'd be their."
"Has she told you anything?" Darren asked.
"Not a lot, only a few details. They have a somewhat small group, they have a car. Stuff like that."
"Have you told them anything about us." Darren was growing more concerned.
"No, I told her my name was Simon, that's it."
"Ok, you can carry on but just don't tell her anything about us."
Simon nodded and walked off. Darren went back to his room and saw Stan sitting up on his bed.
"Morning Stan." Darren said.
"Didn't bother to wake me?"
"Nah, you need rest after yesterday."
Stan noticed the note on his bedside table, he gently picked it up and read over the words. He smiled briefly and placed the note back down.
"Who wrote you a love letter?" Darren said, chucklingly slightly.
"It's from Abel, and it's not a love letter."
"Ok, what'd he write?"
"None of your business," Stan said, with a light smile on his face.
Stan and Darren laughed together for the first time in a while, Darren eventually left to check on Dominic and Stan was left alone. He picked up the note again and read it over in his head. His smile staying persistent each time he read it over.
Darren walked over to Dominic and Rufus' room and slightly knocked on the door. Rufus opened it and let Darren in. Dominic was laying on the bed, his arm wrapped in bandages and another wrapped around his left eye.
"Hey Darren." Dominic said, laying in bed.
"How you feeling Dom?" Darren replied.
"Better than Yesterday but still like shit." He replied, "My arm still hurts like hell."
"How's the eye?"
Dominic went silent, "Rufus looked at it the other day," He sighed, followed by a pause, "I won't be able to see out of this eye again."
Rufus looked at Darren.
"I tried the best I could but that fucker basically gouged his eye out." Rufus pulled Darren aside and whispered, "His eye is completely fucked Darren and his arm is going to take who knows how long to heal."
Darren looked at Dominic, still laying on the hotel bed. "Dom, whatever you need. I'll get it for you man," He took a deep breath, "I've got to go. Rest easy Dom."
Dominic smiled at Darren as he left the room. Darren closed the door behind him and walked down the hallway. He saw Francis' room door slightly ajar and walked in. He saw Francis standing on his balcony, smoking alone.
"Want a cig?" Francis asked.
"One wouldn't hurt."
Francis pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled out the last one. He handed it over to Darren and lit it. Darren took a drag of the cigarette and coughed slightly. Darren and Francis looked over at the city and watched a small crowd of the undead roam around.