Walking through the streets of Venice Beach had always been exhausting, even back in the days where Ryan’s biggest problems were bad tips and worse coffee, but this was a different layer of Hell. Dead roaming the streets, the smell of rot in the air, the pavements were stained red and Ryan was sure there were some zombie’s brain stuck in the undersides of his boots. It was the same shit, just a different day at this point, and as he made his way to the Sterling Hotel, he stopped. A noise?