“What?” Trinity replied.
“Well you get your dirty little secret locked away. Christian gets to live in ignorant bliss and what do I get?” Vince said.
“I don’t know, you get to live?” Trinity answered.
“How about this…” Vince strolled around his desk and dropped into his oversized seat with a smile. “How about I’ll keep this to myself if, you help me out from time to time.” Vince said as he looked down at his lap. “If you know what I mean.” Trinity smiled and balled her underwear up in her fist.
“Is that all you want?” She asked softly.
“For now.” Vince replied.
“Fine, you need a little help now?” Trinity asked. She slowly made her way over to Vince’s side of the desk and the short man started pulling at his belt loop.
“Oh yeah, I could use a lot of help.” Vince said softly.
“Well then. Whip out for me daddy.” Trinity said with a grin. Vince started frantically pulling at his pants, until the black fabric and his belt were wrapped around his ankles. He grabbed the waist band of his underwear only to feel the dull stub of Trinity’s high heels slam down into his crotch. Trinity leaned forward putting all her weight on her heel as she pressed down on Vince’s manhood,
“Oh my God!” Vince cried in a broken voice.
“Listen here you little pencil dick pervert! You so much as have a wet dream about me and I’ll rip that shit off with my bare hands!” Trinity shouted. She sent one more show of force into Vince pushing him and the seat back into his desk. “Do you understand me?” She asked.
“You crazy bitch! I think I’m bleeding” Vince said.
“I asked you-“
“Yes! Yes! I understand you. Now get the hell out of here.” Vince shouted and Trinity laughed as she tossed her underwear onto his desk.
“Keep em’ I won’t be able to wash your scent out of em’ anyway.” Trinity said. She waited for the door to close behind her before she started smiling from ear to ear. How this was gonna play out for her, she wasn’t fully sure, but the pure ecstasy of watching tears run from Vince’s face was enough to keep her from worrying about her future employment at the moment. Trinity rushed over towards the ballroom so she could replay the event to Hector while it was fresh in her mind. She pulled the door open only too see everyone huddled around the housekeepers’ table.
“Vicky!” Hector shouted.
“Someone call 911.”
“I can’t get any service.”
“Vicky!” Hector shouted. Trinity pushed through the mob of people to see Vicky convulsing on the ugly gray and black carpet. The DJ killed the music and Hector was trying to keep her head still as he looked throughout the crowd, “Someone get her some help!” The ball room doors pulled open and Janet came rushing into the room.
“I need security!” She shouted. Eyes fell upon Janet as her words echoed through the large ballroom. Then her screams were challenged by a loud hollar,
“Puta!” Hector shouted. He pulled his hand from Vicky’s face only to watch the meat from his palm tear away and get gobbled up into Vicky’s mouth. “She fucking bit me!” Hector shouted as he quickly got to his feet. Hector stumbled back into the crowd, “She fucking bit me!” he shouted once again, this time his words were met with screams as Vicky lept to her feet and tackled Ms. Kim to the floor.
“Oh shit!” Trinity shouted. Vicky’s blood covered lips went down to Ms.Kim’s neck and all they could hear were the old woman’s screams. “Help her!” Trinity shouted and a group of men grabbed hold of vicky only for one of them to get bitten as well. Ms. Kim was lying there with her hand locked to her neck as she did her best to stop the blood, but as her hand went limp and hit the floor, it was clear her best wasn’t good enough. Vicky was picked up and slammed onto the round dining table, her head snapped to the side and Trinity could see her hazed over gray eyes before she took another bite out of one of the men.
“She fucking bit me.” Hector said holding up his hand to Trinity. All she could see was bright red blood pushing from Hector’s open palm.
“Shit. Come on.” Trinity said as she pushed open the door leading into the back hallway. Before her and Hector stepped into the hall, they saw Ms. Kim leap to her feet and make a beeline for Kurt. Her fingers clawed into his face, ripping at the bright pink skin to reveal a darker red underneath. Before anyone knew it, she was on top of him, taking a bite out of his cheek. Trinity rushed through the doorway and Hector quickly followed behind.
“What the fuck is going on?” Hector asked. His hand left a trail of blood behind them as they made their way towards the security office.
“I don’t know!” Trinity said and then she stopped cold in her tracks, “Where’s Christian?” She asked.
“He didn’t come back yet.” Hector said softly.
“Call him.” Trinity said.
“My phone’s not working and I’m a little more concerned about me right now! Sorry but not sorry.“ Hector said.
“Damn! What the fuck happened to you two?” The voice caused Trinity to spin around to see Mark standing in the middle of the hall by the ballroom door.
“Vicky went crazy and-“ Hector’s words were cut short as the ballroom door bursted opened. Mark’s eyes widened as Vicky and countless others came rushing toward him.
“Help!” Mark shouted. Hector took a step forward and Trinity pulled him back.
“We got to get the fuck out of here!” Trinity said. Hector looked back at her,
“But-“
“No buts!” Trinity shouted. The pair went running down the hallway, leaving the bloody madness and Mark’s screams behind them.
“What about Christian?” Hector asked.
“We’re gonna get him. I just got to make a stop first.” Trinity said as she ran into the women’s bathroom.
“For real?” Hector asked. He stood at the doorway for a moment before Trinity pulled him inside.
“Get your fucking ass in here!” Trinity shouted. Hector looked around at the purple lockers that lined the walls.
“You couldn’t hold your pee until we left?” Hector asked. Trinity rolled her eyes and started fumbling with her combination lock on her locker. “Trinity we need to go. I need to get to the hospital!” Hector shouted.
“Shut up!” Trinity replied before the metal click of the lock finally slowed her racing heart. She pulled the locker open and ripped through her purse.
“What the fuck are you looking for?” Hector asked. Trinity turned around with a desert tan and black pistol,
“This.” Trinity replied, holding up the gun.
“You got a gun? Why the fuck do you have a gun?” Hector replied. Trinity walked past Hector and pulled open the bathroom door slowly,
“It’s Texas, who the hell doesn’t have a gun?” Trinity asked, before cautiously moving back into the hallway, “Let’s go.” She said. Trinity and Hector quickly made their way down the long hall until they came upon the door that lead toward the lobby. Hector rushed through running past the infamous bathroom and right into Rebecca the Starbucks girl.
“What the hell is going on?” Rebecca asked.
“Vicky went crazy and-“ A loud blast was heard and Rebecca turned to see Janet’s body stubble back a few steps. Trinity opened fire again, both times hitting Janet right in the middle of the chest. The blood came and the body reacted but she didn’t stop. She didn’t die. Rebecca wanted to scream, she wanted the gun shots to stop but as she took in the madness, she could see the rest of the Eastman workers spastically making their way towards them. Rebecca looked over at Trinity who rushed into the bathroom.
“Trinity!” Hector shouted and ran behind her.
“Wait for me!” Rebecca shouted. The blood stained Eastman workers followed the frantic calls of Hector and Rebecca until a much louder and more appetizing sound was heard coming from the lobby.
The screams of the Eastman guests.
Chapter 5
Bang! Bang! Bang!
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nbsp; The thunderous shots to the door rubbed Christian’s knuckles raw as he did his best to keep the door in place. When he heard another violent roar followed by another Bang his hands slowly released the door knob and he cautiously started to back away. He turned his head to the side and listened as he heard the Bang, Bang, Bang of Ms. Penne slamming her body into the solid door frame. Christian wasn’t sure what was going on, he didn’t know what happened to Ms. Penne or why she went all Hannibal Lecter on him but one thing became crystal clear. She wasn’t able to get out. Whatever was going on with her, clearly made her forget how to use a doorknob. Christian backed up till his back was resting on the wall and then he slid down to the floor pulling his knees into his chest. The sharp pain in his shoulder ran throughout his whole arm as he rested his head back on the wall.
“Something ain’t right with that one Mijo.” The heavy accent caused Christian’s eyes to spring open. There he stood, in his black pinstriped suit, with his heavy breaded smile.
“Pop?” Christian said softly. The man looked over at Christian and nodded. “You’re dead.”
“Am I? Are you sure? I thought I was just on vacation..” Jorge said and snapped his finger, “I guess that explains somethings.” Jorge nodded and leaned on the door of the suite, “Like the lack of alcohol, all the dirt in my pockets, and oh yeah the lamp pole I hit going 80mph.” The ghostly smile faded from Jorge’s face and he stared at Christian. “Something ain’t right, Mijo.” Jorge whispered.
“Yeah! You’re dead!” Christian shouted.
“No! Tonto! Something ain’t right!” Jorge shouted. His words echoed through Christian head sending a sharp pain running through his skull. Christian’s hands covered his ears as he tried to force the words from his mind, but there was no blocking out the chilling bang that shattered the quiet of the hotel halls. Christian shot up to his feet, his eyes went back to the suite door but Jorge was gone. Then a set of screams began and Christian ran toward them. He only needed to take three steps forward before his eyes got overtaken by the madness and the blood. Christian stood in the middle of the hall as a mob set upon one of the hotel guest. Christian jogged closer until the sight of Kurt’s teeth ripped through the tanned forearm of one of their guest stopped him dead in his tracks. The blood cascaded through the air like a newly erupting geyser. Christian watched the blood rain down upon his co-workers and the guest that were running frantically through the lobby. Some made it to the sliding doors, but only a handful made it out before the monsters rained down upon them. The sound of Skulls cracking into the newly waxed marble floors sent a chill through Christian’s body.
“Hey.” Christian’s head spun from side to side looking for the voice that called out to him.
“Pop?” Christian said softly.
“What? No, over here,” the voice called out once again. It’s tone and accent weren’t anything like his father and when Christian’s eyes traced the direction of the sound he knew why. The stairwell door was cracked slightly and Christian could see eyes staring at him. “Over here!” The voice shouted. Christian watched as Kurt’s head turned toward the direction of the voice as well, which so happened to be Christian’s direction. Kurt’s blood covered mouth opened slowly letting the tanned skin of his victim fall from his teeth and hit the gray and black carpet. Christian’s eyes locked with Kurt’s gray gaze for a moment before Kurt released a deafening screech causing the rest of the pack to turn their attention to Christian. One by one the heads slowly started to turn. The blood covered snarls that sat on each well known face, were all pointed in Christian’s direction. His co-workers and his friends were all overtaken by some kind of dark madness. Christian’s hand slowly went up and he awkwardly waved,
“Sup, boss?” Christian said softly. The action triggered the pack and the screeching started again, this time joined by the thunderous sound of feet frantically making their way toward him. “Oh shit!” Christian said before racing into the stairwell.
“Come on! We’re on the seventh floor.” The boy said and then he took off running up the staircase. Christian was in no position to question his unlikely savior. Pounding echoed throughout the staircase, some of it was caused by Christian’s heart, a little by the pace of him and the boy racing for their lives but the majority of the pounding came from Kurt and the others in his wild pack. They stormed the staircase with no thought of safety or concern for pain as they lept up the steps and trampled those that couldn’t seem to keep up the pace. Christian felt the gold cross on his neck smack back and forth against his chest and internally prayed for the strength to not only making it up those steps but also not to look back at the hellish madness that was chasing them.
Fourth floor.
“Dad!” The boy shouted as he started to stumble a bit. Kurt’s loud screech echoed through the stairwell and once again his pack followed suit, letting out a series of their own chilling cries.
Fifth floor.
The boy’s pace started to slow. He was young, maybe in fourteen or so, but his build was that of someone who only played sports if they came with a control. Christian’s hand pushed into his back
“Keep going!” Christian shouted, his fist was full of the boy’s sweat soaked tee shirt as he dragged him along. “We can’t stop.” Christian said as the boy’s feet raced along beside him.
Sixth floor.
The boy’s head quickly turned to see a blood covered Kurt gaining on them. His jaw was snapping violently, with no concern for his tongue meeting the jagged red stained teeth that sat in his mouth.
“Almost there.” Christian said, but the boy’s focus was on Kurt now, who’s hands reached out with every leap that he took, desperately hoping to grab his next meal.
Seventh floor.
What Christian hoped would be a moment of rest and safety turned into a sea of panic as he realized the stairwell doors were all locked from one side, his side. A smart idea to prevent access to other floors and to keep guest safe, but in that moment it was an idea that sealed their fate. The boy started pounding on the door,
“Dad! Dad! It’s me!” The boy shouted. Christian finally turned around only to see Kurt and the others racing up the staircase, they were only a few feet away when the door swung open.
“Get in!” The voice shouted. Christian ran in and slammed the door behind him, through the safety glass he could see Kurt’s twisted bloody face. His eyes were a milky white, grayish color but still Christian could feel Kurt staring at them. Another screech from behind the locked door pulled Christian out of his stare down and caused him to back up pointing at Kurt.
“What the hell is happening?” He asked.
“You’re bleeding.” Christian looked down at his bloody shoulder and then up toward the voice. As his heart started to slow it’s pace he realized who the boy was and who the ‘Dad’ was.
“Mr. Cosgrove” Christian said as he took a step closer, “What the hell is going on?” He asked. Neil Cosgrove raised his gun quickly causing Christian to stop cold and toss his hands up.
“Were you bit?” Neil asked.
“What?” Christian replied. The hammer of the gun pulled back and made a heart stopping click.
“Did they get a hold of you?” Neil asked.
“Did who get a hold of me?” Christian replied.
“The infected!” Neil shouted.
“The fucking zombies.” Jeremy said, Christian’s head turned to the little boy and then he looked back at Neil, the barrel blocked off any form of eye contact that the two could make as Neil asked,
“Did you get bit, yes or no?”
Chapter 6
“You shot Janet!” Rebecca shouted.
“Yeah, two fucking times!” Trinity shouted.
“You killed her!” Rebecca replied.
“She don’t looked dead.” Hector said.
“In here.” Trinity said as she tossed open a large wooden door that lead into the janitor’s closet. Rebecca and Hector quickly followed behind their NRA card carrying leader an
d Hector closed the door behind them and braced his back along the wood. The click clack of high heels and dress shoes slapped into the bathroom tiles caused Hector to close his eyes and internally pray that he was having some kind of extreme flashback from his rave days. Trinity took hold of Hector’s bloody hand and rested it on the dirty wash sink. Hector had half his ass on the door and the other part of his body leaned towards the sink.Trinity put her finger to her lips, “Shhh” she said softly. Hector nodded slowly as he watched Trinity reach for the white first aid kit that sat on the wall. She pulled it open and grabbed the bottle of alcohol and tossed the white soft gauze at Rebecca. The gauze fumbled back and forth in Rebecca’s hands for a moment before landing safely in both her open palms. The trio stared at the bottled and then Hector closed his eyes as Trinity poured the clear liquid onto the jagged torn flesh that was Hector’s palm. The big man shoved his fist into his mouth and did his best to force down the scream that was trying to escape his body. The alcohol mixed with the blood and sent a light red river down into the drain. Trinity’s hand went out to Rebecca and the woman extended the gauze but jumped when she heard a heart stopping screech fill the air. The gauze dropped to the floor and Rebecca shook her head.
“I’m sorry, I’m so-” Trinity’s hand slapped onto Rebecca’s mouth and she held the girl’s head still as she placed her finger to her own lips once again,
“Shh.” Trinity whispered. She released Rebecca and bent down grabbing the gauze to continue dressing Hector’s wound. When the deed was done Trinity looked up at the ceiling tiles and then pointed. Hector and Rebecca’s eyes followed up and then Hector looked at Trinity, his hands went on his belly and jiggled it for a moment while shaking his head. Trinity rolled her eyes and pointed up once again. Hector shook his head and adapted to put up his middle finger on his wounded hand only to pull his hand back in pain. Trinity stared at Hector for a moment and then she pulled the gun from behind her back and smiled.
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