Chapter 17Mitch suspected the hotel’s rating would be severely reduced now as they trooped through the debris-strewn lobby.
“We’ll take the second floor,” he said. “Secure a section; make sure we have a fire escape. Then we eat and get some rest. Tanya, organize watches.”
They made their way upstairs. The place appeared utterly deserted. No zombies and nothing to draw them, no humans. While a hotel might sound like an attractive place to hole up in, there were too many doors for Mitch’s tastes. Staying a night was one thing, but stay here long enough and one day you’d open the door of your room to a shambling figure.
They searched a section of the second floor that had ready access to a fire escape, checking behind every door in every room. It had windows that looked down at where their
