Day 4
Meanwhile, at the center of the city, the half-broken five-star hotel was swarmed with infected from all corners. They crawled over one another trying to reach the top floor.
Inside the building, people who had been bitten or injured by the infected began turning to one. The red mist oozed through the corridors of the once elegant hotel. Blood stained the wall in splashes, sprees, and hands of unknown people who once tried to escape from the horror.
The infected low growls rumbled through the air as they walked at a fast pace, their heads turning clockwise and anti-clockwise, searching for the next prey.
Inside the janitor's office on the ground floor, Ronan hid behind the table he had used to block the entrance door, and cold beads of sweat trickled down his temple.
His ears strained for any noise of the infected coming towards him. 'F**k!' He cussed in his head, afraid that if he said the word out it would garner the attention of the infected.
