[Tom4784]

DEAD CENTRE

Part 1
Woaah! Your Hotel is on fire!

We've missed it!' Screamed Shaun in horror (ahh/). Shaun, Princess, LemonJam, MarkWaldorf, Enid and Patrick stood on the empty roof of a Hotel in Tibbtown. The roof once an evacuation site but as they all saw the last helicopter fly off into the distance, the roof became an area of lost hope. Missing the evacuation had drained them completely of their fighting spirit. Patrick kicked the wall and spat before speaking up.
'I bet this all started because of those *****ing Americans! They steal our shows and ideas and now they're *****ing killing us all!' He exclaimed to which the group collectively sighed and held their hands to their faces (epic facepalm FTW).
'Oh Great' Shouted Shaun, ' not only am I gonna die, it's gonna be alongside Bernard Manning here!'

Patrick squared up to Shaun but was held back by Enid.
'This isn't helping anyone!' She said, 'The Helicopter's gone but we can still get out of here, I'm not gonna let myself die here! You can all argue among yourself or you can join me and help get the ***** out of here!' She exclaimed, raising a crowbar she found on the ground to the air. The group realised that they had to work together to survive. They decided that they best thing to do was to head to the Shopping Centre a few streets away, they had heard rumours that it was secure and zombie free.

Princess drew out her pistol and walked to the door she opened and stepped out with caution. She looked at the stairwell to find that it was still zombieless.
'It's safe guys' she informed them.
A few others with guns followed on while the remaining 1 or 2 followed the group with their makeshift weapons.

From the stairwell they found themselves on the top floor of the hotel, it was largely quiet but they could hear the muffled groans of the undead in the distance.
'Be careful guys, They might jump out from this rooms' Said LemonJam. At the end of the corridor they came across a lift that could take them to the Ground floor but unfortunately it seemed this one was broken.
'Let's take the Stairwell' Said Mark. They turned around the corner and saw that the corridor to the stairwell was blocked by debris. There didn't seem to be any other way to go...Until Enid saw the Storeroom and was hit with an idea albeit a dangerous one.
'We could climb out of the Storeroom window and walk along the ledge, and climb into a room beyond the debris. That way we can reach the stairs' (My, aren't they a resourceful bunch?)
There was no other way or ideas so the group nodded in agreement.

Princess looked out the window and shuddered.
'We're a long way up guys, be careful'
They slowly edged along the ledge until they reached the first room past the debris' window. Enid and Mark climbed in first, then LemonJam and Princess. Only Shaun and Patrick remained on the ledge when the groaning they heard before became a whole lot louder.... Without warning a zombie burst through the next room's window and charged towards Shaun! It's arms grabbed hold of him and tried to lean in to bite but Shaun was having none of it. He pushed him away off the ledge but as the zombie tumbled off, he was still holding onto Shaun. Shaun began to fall backwards before Patrick grabbed his other arm and pulled him back up. Shaun felt his sleeve rip as he was pulled up and soon saw the zombie fall to the ground gripping onto the fabric. They dived into the room quickly and sighed a breath of relief.

The room was quite dark and the floor felt different...It definitely wasn't carpeted like the rest of the hotel....Could they hear rattling? Mark turned the light on and the group was greeted with an unexpected sight. The room was clad top to bottom in leather and chains hung from the ceiling.
'Who stayed in this room? Max Mosely?' Asked Shaun.
The group laughed until Mark stopped and froze in his place.
'Wait a minute....Red Moon owned this hotel.....you don't think...this was his...H-his....Sex dungeon?' The group roared with laughter.
'Red, you dark horse you!' cried Shaun. It felt good to laugh but the group knew they had to hurry before the hotel collapsed or zombies swamped the place. They exited the room and hurtled down the stairs. On this floor they found a fully working lift but they decided to quickly search the abandoned floor for any useful supplies for what might be waiting for them downstairs. Patrick and Princess came across a large room with a long table in the middle. It was some sort of meeting room but more importantly it was littered with supplies. Princess grabbed a backpack as she swept the medical supplies into it while Patrick grabbed as much ammo and ammunition belts as he could carry.

He turned around and saw a closed cupboard, he opened it without thinking and a screaming figure came hurtling out!
'Ahh!' Patrick screamed as he raised his bat and pummeled it to death. The commotion caused the rest of the group to pile into the room.
'Patrick' Said Princess 'were you sure that was a zombie?' The group looked at him in horror. His face tensed before replying.
'Umm, I'm not entirely sure...I think it was?' His face relaxed. 'Oh well if he wasn't he was probably American anyway or gay....or even worse....a gay American!' His eyes sparkled with fear at the thought. Shaun sighed before he grabbed Patrick and pulled him by the shoulder to the lift.
'Come on Mr Hitler Youth we have a Zombie Apocalypse to escape from' Said Shaun as they all clamored into the lift.

As the lift descended, the group noticed that the air was becoming very thick...too thick. Smoke started to cloud the elevator as it's doors opened to reveal that the lobby was ablaze.
'Quick! Get to the courtyard!' shouted Lemonjam. Beams started to fall from the ceiling as they made their way across the lobby. Shapes began to burst from the flames, as flaming zombies sprinted towards the group. Laura, LJ and Shaun raised their guns and fired as the group reached the courtyard.

The fresh air was a gift but they had no time to appreciate it as blazing zombies were chasing them.
'Get into the reception!' Cried Enid. They fired some shots backwards at the advancing zombies as they hurtled into the small reception room. MarkWaldorf locked the door and blocked it with a filing Cabinet. They managed to escape the hotel and were safe for now but as they looked towards the entrance they realised the nightmare was far from over.