- The hallways throughout the abandoned hotel were stretched out, and broken off numbers lay next to almost every door. It had been 4 years since the apocalypse first broke loose, and Ernesto was desperately clinging to whatever was left in the world. He kept his bat on his back, prepared to reach for it at any given moment. He needed to stay sharp, because the undead were ruthless.
Ernesto walked past the once numbered doors, keeping his distance in case anything jumped out at him. His footsteps were quiet and steady, so for once he could have the upper hand. As he walked past a certain door, he heard a few faint pants, sounding like someone who was having trouble breathing. An uneasy feeling crept over him, but his gut told him to check who was in there. Maybe that way nothing could creep out at him later on. So far, the hotel had been a score for extra supplies. He took an uneven breath, taking his bat off his back and holding it up before pushing the door open. "Who's in here!?" His eyes glanced around the front of the hotel room, walking into the room slowly. He knew it'd be smarter to turn around, but-
"Oh."
His thoughts were cut short as his eyes landed on a teenage girl around his age, making a tourniquet out of an old pillowcase. Her eyes were wide with pure fear and determination, her voice unsteady.
"What do you want?"
A chill ran down his spine at her tone, he had to play it safe.
"I'm not here to hurt you."