The stench of death is so strong I have pull my shirt up over my nose. The maid’s rotting corpse lays in the middle of the room. The stink is only going to get worse. The sooner we get away from this hotel, the better. I look toward the front door and freeze. Bodies stumble around outside. Dozens of them. Some so close I could reach out and touch them if I opened the door. Men, women, children. It’s unnerving. “Shit,” Angus says. “There’s more of ‘em than yesterday.” “How are we getting to the parking garage?” My voice is muffled from the fabric of my shirt. “We can’t go through all these…things.” I still can’t bring myself to say the word, like saying it will make it more real somehow. “We’re going out the back.” Winston turns away from the front door and leads us through the hotel. “Axl and I checked it out this morning. The parking garage is just a block over and there weren’t as many dead out this way.” We go past a banquet hall and through an employee area to get to the exit.
