Still Living

Chapter 9

In a forest in Ray walked in the back of the group. He was looking at his pistol that Andre gave him. Andre was in the front with the bag of rifles and shotguns over his shoulder. In between Ray and Andre was Camilla and Jordan.

The day was ending already. They were in Adrian.

"We can go to Adrian Inn. Remember a few years ago, we went," Camilla said.

"Yes, I remember," Andre said as he looked around.

Adrian was ashy. What happen here? Cars were burnt. Some of the buildings were still on fire. Bodies were everywhere. There were crawlers. One was crawlers was crawling towards Andre.

"Hello, do you have time to talk about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?", He asked as he stomped the crawlers head in, "because you're about to meet him."

Ray flinched as he saw him kill that crawler. They came up to the inn. All the windows of the hotel were either boarded up or smashed out. They went inside. Andre was holding a loaded rifle. Camilla and Jordan were behind Andre while Ray was holding his loaded pistol.

"Let's spend the night in the first safe room we find," Andre said as he stood in the first floor hallway.

They all checked the rooms. Since the electricity went out a few weeks back, they don't need a card to open the doors. Ray opened a door. Inside, it looked decent. It wasn't like other rooms he checked, with blood staining the walls and bodies all over the room. This room was just perfect.

It was room 115. He mentioned to everyone he found a good room. Andre, Camilla, and Jordan came over to him.

"Room 115," Andre read.

He walked in, holding the rifle up. He scanned the room. It looked clear. He kicked the bathroom door open. No one was in there. He told his family it was safe. They all walked in.

The girls choose one bed while Andre and Ray choose the other. Ray sat on the left side of the bed. He put his back pack on the ground. He pulled out the camera. He leaned his back against the backrest of the bed. Andre was trying to find a place the put the rifles and shotguns at.

"Put them in the closet," Camilla suggested.

Andre opened the closet door. Inside, there were coats hanging, dust on them. He put the bag full of guns and ammo in the closet. He closed it. He sat back down on the bed next to Ray. The sun went down all the way. The only light that was Ray's camera screen. He was looking at more pictures. Most of the pictures were landscape pictures. He felt his eyes become heavy. He yawned and shut the screen. He placed it back in his back pack. He laid his head on the pillow.

He slowly drifted off to sleep.

Cree and Oliver were checking out the hotel, trying to find a way in. Oliver stood at the entrance.

"Why not we just go through here?", Oliver asked, pointing to the double doors.

"Because those doors make a lot of noise. That group of people are stupid for using it," Cree explained.

He saw a broken out window. He and Oliver ran over to the window. They were careful with the glass on the ground. They climbed in. Cree looked around the room. He wondered what room they were in. Oliver looked in the mini-fridge. Everything was spoiled in there except a bottle of whiskey. He pulled it out.

He pulled the cork out. He went to take a sip. Cree snatched the bottle out of Oliver's hand. He drank the rest of the whiskey and threw it on the ground. The bottle smashed, glass shards splintered the ground.

"What the f**k was that for?", Oliver asked.

"I know how you get with alcohol," Cree told him.

Oliver flipped him off. Cree rolled his eyes. He turned on the flashlight that was on his vest. Oliver did also. They searched the room first before they went to find the group that was also in the inn.

Cree opened the room door and looked out the crack. Complete darkness but eerily quiet. He opened the door completely. He and Oliver exited the room.

"What room were we in?", Oliver asked.

Cree looked up, "Room 107," he said.

"Now, where would they be," Cree thought as he walked up the dark corridor.

Oliver opened a door as quiet as he could. His flashlight shined onto living skin. He mention Cree to come over to him.

"What did you find?", Cree asked.

He looked inside. He smiled. He told Oliver that they were the ones. The one with the guns they wanted. Cree sneaked in, Oliver following close behind. Cree told Oliver to search the back pack in sign language. Oliver nodded his head. Cree went to check the closet.

Oliver creeped to the back pack. He shown his light over that pale boy. He looked asleep. Oliver bent over to look in the back pack.

The pale boy suddenly woke up. He grabbed Oliver's arm. Feeling the weight change in the bed, the big black guy stood up.

Cree spun around. The black guy eyed him.

"What in the hell is going on," the pregnant black girl asked when she heard the black guy slam Cree into the wall.

Oliver escaped the pale boy's grip and punched him. The pale boy covered his nose. Oliver grabbed the back pack and whacked it over the black guy's head. Cree and Oliver ran the door but the black guy blocked them before they got to the door.