Chapter 93 - Pearl Hotel (III)

Looking at the 2 huge bloaters, Mark had a crazy smile on his face. Pointing his gun at the first one, he rapidly shot directly into its head. The bullets went through its enormous head, killing it instantly. Its giant body fell, and he heard David shooting the other zombie. 

David almost went through an entire magazine before killing the zombie. Seeing the two bloater bodies, Mark felt satisfied. He looked at the whole hallway and saw there were only 10 rooms. The hallway on the other side would have 10 more. 

" Let's check the hallway before going to the one on the other side."

David nodded and started to search. Most of the rooms were open and ignoring them, the ones which were closed were either empty or had a zombie inside. Completing the search, he waved his hand towards Suzie. Suzie stepped into the hallway and went behind him. 

They made their way into the lobby. The lobby had a few zombies and David quickly took care of them. Walking into the next hallway and killing the zombies in it, they wiped the entire 4th floor clean of zombies. But to their avail, there weren't any survivors in any of the rooms. 

They got back to the stairs and made their way up again. Reaching the 5th floor, he peeked into the hallway and noticed there were only a few zombies on the floor. Compared to the crowded 4th floor, it was much better. He didn't wait for long after seeing this and shot the zombies quickly. 

Finishing up the zombies in the hallway, he called David and Suzie over. They slowly checked all the rooms in the hallway. They made their way to the other side, killing the zombies in their path. After the other hallway was also clean of zombies, they started checking once more. 

Going through all the rooms, they arrived at the final room. If they weren't here. Then they should try to check the whole building, hoping that they are hiding somewhere. Mark sighed and reached out for the knob of the closed door. The door did not budge when he tried to force himself in. 

Thinking it might be another closed door with a zombie inside, he raised the gun and pointed at the knob. But stopped before he pulled the trigger as he heard sounds from the other side. They were footsteps and whispers, meaning humans. He exhaled in relief and knocked on the door twice. 

"Open up. We are searching for our friend. Don't worry there are no zombies on the floor." making their stance and situation clear. After a few seconds, the door slowly opened. 

It was a man with a stick on the other side. He looked at Mark and his group and asked, "What do you want?" He noticed the gun and sword on Mark and also the dead zombie behind their group. 

Mark looked at him and said, "As I just said. We are searching for a friend. Can you let us in?"

The man looked at both of them once again and nodded before opening the door. The main reason was, he was scared after seeing the gun. Mark could use it to kill him easily. So he showed no resistance. 

Mark stepped into a deluxe room. Each floor had 2 deluxe rooms on both the hallways. The hotel separated the deluxe room into two compartments, inner and outer, separated by a door. Getting in, Mark noticed that helplessness and anxiety filled the room. He looked at the 6 people in the outer room and noticed how weak each person was. 

Each person was frail and weak. It did not look like they had enough food in the past few days. But as he continued to look around he heard the man once again, "So, Can you tell what you want?" 

Turning towards him, Mark replied, "I am searching for a friend. He is one of the university students who came to the hotel. So I was hoping he might be in the hotel. His name is Kevin Frost." 

The man realized upon hearing Mark's words. He was a waiter in the hotel. When the disaster hit, he was on the 5th-floor giving room service instead of a friend. Luckily, he was able to save himself by staying in a room with a few others. He knew both the 4th and 5th floors were booked up by a university. 

Looking at him, he nodded and said, "I am a worker in the hotel. I heard that the university students you say about went to the museum the day this happened. But some remained. The stay in the inner room. I will ask them to meet you." pointing at the door leading to another room. 

Mark nodded, and the man knocked on the door. After a while, the door slowly opened. A man peeked out of the room and asked, "Is there something we can do for you?" with a haughty expression. Mark raised an eyebrow seeing his attitude but remained calm. It was none of his business. 

"That man came and asked for a person from your university." pointing at Mark. 

The boy looked towards Mark and came outside. Standing in front of him, he asked with the same attitude, "What do you want?" folding his arms. 

A vein popped on his forehead as he heard the guy. The man explained to him why Mark was here, just now. But he came again and asked once again. Mark found something strange. Unlike the people in the room, this guy looked pretty healthy. He could figure out why, too. 

Taking a deep breath and calming his nerves. He said, "I came to ask about a friend of mine who is on the trip. His name is Kevin Frost, do you know of him?" 

The guy looked at Mark and said, "I do know of him. What do you want to know?"

"Is he here or did he go to the museum on that day?" 

But before he replied, he noticed the gun and sword on Mark and grinned. Looking at Mark he said, "Why should I tell you? But if you want to know, take me and some people with you. You look like you are loaded."

Mark felt his blood boil. He did not resort to violence and asked, "Don't play jokes with me. Just give me my answer and we will be on our way." visibly irritated. He didn't want to make a scene in front of all these people. 

Seeing Mark's irritated gaze, the guy got haughtier and said provokingly, "Ah! Seems like you don't value your friend that much in the end. Well, serves right for a douchebag like Kevin. I always thought he was a prick. But oh well, he might be dead or even better turned into--" 

He couldn't finish his sentence as Mark whipped the gun out and shoved it inside his throat. He grabbed his hair and pushed him to the couch in front of the door. His words went too far for Mark. He didn't have the patience to keep up with any more bullshit. 

The guy's face lost all its attitude and color. His face was now as white as a paper. His eyes bulged out, looking at the gun. He whimpered under Mark, begging for help. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. 

"So tell me now. Where is Kevin the last time you saw him?" pushing the gun deeper into his throat. The guy could only whimper underneath the gun. 

"Sir, please stop. I will tell you. Kevin went to the university that day. We stayed behind." a voice came from inside the inner room. 

Mark turned his head and looked at the girl standing by the door. She had a heavy amount of make-up on her. Her hair was strangely dyed blonde, and she looked like a hipster. She was clutching her right elbow tightly and was taking the door's support. 

Mark's gaze fell on one part of her body before he smirked and removed the gun from the guy's mouth. As the gun left his mouth, he fell on the ground and started coughing, clutching his throat tight. 

Mark couldn't care less about him and asked the girl once more, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I saw him go with the class." nodding. 

Mark nodded and made his way towards David, intending to go out. But he stopped when he heard the girl's voice again, "Sir, please take me with you. I am willing to do anything in return. Please take me into your group." she staggered forward trying to act cute and sexy. 

Mark turned towards her and grinned. Before he could answer the guy shouted, "What are you doing?" clutching his throat. 

"Shut up. I don't want to die like you. So sir, please consider my offer. I am willing to do anything." trying to push herself towards him. 

Mark took a step back and with the same grin, he said, "Why should I? I don't know what you mean by anything here."