Zombies in Vegas!

[Vinn Esper]

@Mad Dog
The casino floor was littered with everything from cocktail trays, and shot glasses, to gambling chips and even cash. Several bodies lie motionless on the floor. If you were to examine them, you'd find some of them had literally been trampled to Death. While others sported gunshot wounds, and some had strange bites on them that were not identifiable as any type of animal you could readily think of. You can't see any immediate threats, in fact, it seems the casino is empty. It's also eerily silent, the only noises being the various melodies of slot machines. They tones of hole cheerful in nature, and meant to attract drunken and euphoric patrons have the opposite effect now.

Given the scenery inside the casino the constant and relentless noises of the machines feel out of place, and make you uncomfortable. Further ahead you can see what must've been the "best buffet in town." It seemed to be living up to its name, even now. Four people are crowded around a table, tearing apart a fifth person like wild animals. By this point, whoever the fifth person was, is unrecognizable. Three quarters of his face has been ripped off and he seems to be staring at you with what was left, a single ominous dead eye surrounded by pale flesh.

The rest of his appearance is equally macabre. The beings around him continue to tear into him, oblivious to your approach. As you get closer you hear a "psst" and you look over. A man in an expensive looking suit and tie waves you over from near a set of white double doors. He does not seem to have any weapon, and is persistent in getting you to come to him, but also looks in the opposite direction. He is clearly concerned about being loud because he mouths words at you instead of so much as whispering them.

From somewhere above you, you hear a feminine shriek and the beings that were eating the man in the buffet turn towards you with low inquisitive growls. Seeing you, they start to amble in your direction, seemingly excited but very slow.

@Tray Tor
As you sit there, room spinning, a skinny man with hard features comes out of the room you had been trying to enter. He is clearly upset. He wears an olive green suit with no tie. The undershirt is beige and on the right side of his chest are various medals signifying his rank.

"What the hell is going on here, Sergeant," the Major demands of the soldier that tackled you. He spins around, and hastily salutes the commanding officer of the base as he speaks. "Sir," he says, "This civilian entered this area without authorization, sir! She was trying to enter your office, sir! I moved to neutralize the threat, sir! She was carrying this weapon, sir!"

"Well God domn it Sergeant," the Major begins his response as the man continues to hold his salute, "guess somebody better get started writing up a recommendation for your promotion. It's not every day a US soldier takes down a tiny five foot female assassin. Holy shit, I think this might be grounds for a Medal of Honor. Do you think you deserve of Medal of Honor, Sergeant."

The man, obviously embarrassed, lowers his gaze and responds, "No sir."

"You're god damn right you don't, Sergeant," the Major continues. "Now release the only doctor we have that's capable of figuring this thing out, apologize, and return to your post. Next time you see a five foot female assassin, I recommend you attempt to try something with your face other than brown nosing. Do you understand me, sergeant!"

"Sir, yes sir!" The sergeant answered as he crisply turns around towards you and begins to silently remove your restraints. Once removed, the Sergeant looks at you and says, "Ma'am, I'm deeply sorry for the confusion. If there's anything I can do to make it right, please don't hesitate to ask.

As you send to go talk to the Major, he says to you, "better leave your weapon on the desk, doctor. I wouldn't want the Sergeant to panic and shoot you. Step into my office."

 

[Mad Dog]

"What the Fhtagn is going on here!?" Mona demanded of the man after they had sprinted into the double doors and began baring them with several pieces of kitchen related items.

Joe remained with his pistols raised looking out the small window in the door, the cannibals or whatever they are were heading in a different direction from the door they were in, apparently the feminine shriek must have continued after they had sprinted off the field into the kitchen. "They're not coming this way." Joe's voice reassured them and he began to lower his pistols slightly, not fully trusting the man who just happened to appear at the right time,"Who are you?" Joe's voice said, somewhat suspiciously, his right hand's gun still lifted partially.

To Mona the man's expensive looking suit and tie read that he couldn't be involved in this, and was probably just an innocent civilian who got caught up in it. None the less she allowed Joe to interrogate the man before trusting him. Mona also raised her weapon, The Beretta Storm, but not at the man instead she was clearing the rest of the kitchen area because somehow amidst all this weirdness, they's neglected to do that upon entering the room. While she walked the kitchen she heard the mans voice behind her,"I.... I... I..." he was studdering, probably because of Joe's guns.

 

[Vinn Esper]

"Hey man," the guy said raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'm just a normal guy. A professional gambler. I also might've just saved your life, so a little gratitude would be appreciated. More importantly, a little less gun pointing."

The man waits for you to lower the gun. He's not the only person in the room. A group of two very scantily clad cocktail waitresses and a show girl in a gold sparkly outfit are huddled in a corner, eyeing you nervously. In the kitchen is a male chef, wielding a butcher knife in one hand. He is not acting in a threatening manner towards you.

Once you lower the gun, the man in the suit begins to speak again. "As far as your other question, none of us know what's going on. There was some shit going on further up the strip earlier, but it was business as usual around here until a few hours ago. Some guy started freaking out and attacking people. Then the people he attacked started attacking people. Next thing you know, everybody was trying to kill everybody us and a bunch of us ran in here for safety. There was more people, but they decided to run for it. We don't know what happened to them."

"What about you?" The suit continued, "You guys cops or something? More to the point, can you get us out of here? I got a Desert Eagle in my Ferrari, in the parking lot, and about a hundred rounds for it. You get me out of here and to my car, it's yours. You can probably use it better then me, anyway. What do you say?"

 

[Asteroid]

To Molly the earth currently looked like it was on a pottery wheel, whirling and twirling which seemed to be slowly turning her head into mush. Eventually, once she regained her senses and the use of her hands once the zip ties had been cut, she stood up grasping her head and steadied herself against the wall. "Alright major, that would probably be best." She said, glaring at the sergeant before unloading and placing her Berreta on the front desk.

"Jesus, that man was not kidding around was he?" Molly remarked as she took a seat in front of the major's desk.

 

[Vinn Esper]

"I find that during times of great tension, such as those our great nation is currently facing, some soldiers tend to become over zealous and eager to prove themselves. Of course, that doesn't excuse the action of Sergeant Williams. On behalf of the corps I apologize for what happened to you."

Just as the Major finished speaking, the land-line in the room began to ring again. "I'm sorry, ma'am, could you give me a few minutes." Immediately as he finished speaking, it became clear that it hadn't been a request.

The Major answered the phone, "this is Major Burgundy." With nothing else to do, you look around the office. The desk is littered with various files and paperwork. You glance at a few things that are open, but none of it seems that important.

There's a closed file coded Top Secret on the Major's desk. It's labeled Operation Turncoat and you can't see any of the papers inside. Perhaps it's just the Top Secret classification, but this file seems to spark your interest. Too bad you're sitting across the desk from a Major and don't have the required security clearance to open the file. "I understand corporal, you hold the line and I'll dispatch reinforcements immediately," the Major says into the phone receiver.

You look around the rest of the room, mounted on the wall behind the Major are two US Calvary sabres. The coat rack by the door is sporting an olive green parka and a gun belt with a Magnum revolver. On the walls to the side and behind you are various certificates and awards. None of them are particularly noteworthy.

In addition to the the awards and certificates are several framed photos, presumably of the Major's family. There's also a single demotivational poster. An old M1 Garand is mounted on the wall opposite the Calvary sabres.

Spoiler: poster

The Major finishes his phone call and holds an index finger up to you before turning around in his swivel chair. He depresses a button on a monitor you can't see, and begins to speak again. "Miss Christy, could you please send someone to locate Lieutenant Davis. I need to see him in my office immediately. Also, send Sergeant Williams to mobilize four of our Humvee's. Tell him to move double time, our men at risk out there."

The Major turns back around, and starts to speak to you, "Now then Miss, what can I do for you?"

 

[Mad Dog]

Mona had seen this before.. In movies, several video games, books and tons of other places...
People bite people who then bite other people... Thinking back to all the time she spent playing resident evil, Dead rising, left 4 dead, and Dying light.
"Zombies?" She said quietly, not really believing what she was thinking. This doesn't happen in real life...
Cops? What kind of cops wear uniforms that say national guard on them?.... Oh of course he has a fhtagn Ferrai what a pompous ass... And a Desert Eagle? Trying to think of a less practical firearm. "First things first! We're looking for someone, he was sent in with the national guard, have you seen anyone else in military gear? His names John Wickner.." pointing to the uniform she was wearing as she said military hoping the suit would realize they weren't cops.

She looked to the girls, mostly naked and scared, then to the chef..
"What about you guys? Do you have a vehicle? Or something you can get away in?"

"Sorry about that, can't be too careful, by the way does this kitchen have an outside access point?" Joe's voice asked."We'll need a way out.." Joe already building a plan in his head.

 

[Darasuum]

Spoiler: details

Gear equipped: See profile
Items carried: Everything in profile
Last shelter used: Hotel Suite the Venetian
Items stored at last shelter: none

Gerard almost tripped, again, over the same foot rest. annoyed he shoved it with his foot so that it was right up against the couch. He and his friend Cruz had been holed up in the suite of this hotel/casino for the past few days. they had partied like crazy for awhile until things had started to turn sour. they had tried watching the news but there were times when the power went out and made staying in the loop difficult. Gerard called his friends and family back home to tell them to take care of themselves. next they tried letting their command know what was going on but couldn't reach them.

the past few hours had lacked any artificial light, the glass wall that marked the external side of the building gave them plenty of daylight and a depressing view of a damaged Las Vegas. "go to LV they said, it will be fun they said..." he murmured to himself. meanwhile Cruz was reclined on one of the lavish chairs with a month old copy of Popular Science. they had raided the rooms on the other floor the other day and apparently they had it all to themselves. still they remained in their shared rooms. any friends that they had met up with had lost contact with them. Gerard knew it was probably best to not go out looking for them.

their backpacks were on either side of the couch resting on the floor but they still had their sidearms and pocket contents. Cruz had become fond of the Fire-axe that he had found though had yet to use it. going over to the backpack Gerard pulled out a map and looked at it once more. he carried it over to the window to see if hee could see any of the high ways or car routes. he wondered if the rental he had was stolen. the keys were still in his pocket but that didn't mean someone out there didn't know how to hotwire a car. it was vegas after all.

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Mad Dog
The man in the suit quit speaking as he was unable to answer any of your questions. The girls just return your stares with nervous glances of their own. Finally one of them speaks, "I-I-I have a car," was all she said. You look over to the chef who stands away from everyone else. He is the only non white person in the room. He appears to be of Asian descent.

Judging by his facial expressions, he doesn't understand a thing you're saying. Until you mention your friend's name, he is silent. Then he is speaking in a heavy accent. "You say, Yawn Weeknor? You com, you com" He waves you forward and walks through a second set of double doors at the back of the room that lead to another part of the kitchen.

Assuming you follow him, the room is very congested. Ovens, tables, fridges, and various other objects are on all sides. There are only narrow areas to allow access to each machine, as well as the narrow lane your in that permits travel and to and from the room. You can hear scratching and pounding noises coming from the opposite side of a solid wood door with a handle. The door is groaning, but it's appearing to hold, for now. There is a single computer, next to a telephone.

After a nervous glance at the door, the chef points to the computer and says, "Yawn Weeknor room." If you are able to figure out what he's trying to tell you, you could possibly discover what room your friend was staying in.

Either way, after several minutes of scratching and pounding, the solid wood door cracks loudly and collapses inward. Six bloodied and mangled people fall into the room. They seem to be able to move better than the first ones you encountered. The foreign chef yells "Aaah!" as he charges them with his butcher knife.

He manages to stab one, in the gut, but it has no effect on the mangled person. All six of them fall on him and he screams as they begin to rip him apart right before your eyes. At the same time, you hear screams from the people in the other room and another person ambles through the double doors.

It's the showgirl that was huddled in the corner. She has a huge open gash on her neck, still squirting blood. Even so, her face is blank and she approaches you as some of the six who had broken through the door start to rise.

@Darasuum
Unfortunately, looking out the window yields little helpful results. You can see small portions of elevated roads, that you can assume are highways, in between gigantic buildings that seem to be second only to those of New York. All the hotel rooms in Vegas tend to be high off the ground. So, while you can't see any real details from the ground below, you can see enough to know that the situation has not changed.

Abandoned vehicles line every inch of the street that you can see. Some with doors left wide open. In between them are little dots of movement that you assume are people. Some of these dots move towards or away from others. Some just move in no particular direction, as if the chaos in the streets didn't concern them.

You can see signs of fighting too. Some of the buildings are scarred, and gunfire is still heard regularly. Suddenly a bright yellow ball begins traveling towards the building. It's trajectory makes it clear that it's not going to impact anywhere near your position. It does however, impact the building, sending powerful reverberations through it. At the same time you hear something like a roar.

You can feel the reverberations through the floor, as your room appears to shake for a moment. A few inches in front of you, the window you were looking through shatters sending shards of glass everywhere. You can see black tendrils of smoke starting to rise and the building creaks and groans due to the sudden stress placed on it.

 

[Mad Dog]

Gunfire rang loudly in the kitchen as Joe began firing his twin handguns into the chests then heads of the 6 attackers who stood up after eating their authentic Asian cuisine.

Mona turned on the showgirl,"Stop!!! Stop!!!" But no reply came and the showgirl continued to shambles towards her. She fired a single shot from her rifle right above the woman's left breast, the heart.. but she didn't stop coming. Mona followed it with a single shot to the temple and the woman fell to floor, no longer moving..

"She turned into one of those things that quickly?" Mona's voice was concerned. This is bad..

Mona ran to the computer to see what the chef was talking about. She read the entry he was pointing to, "Room 1219: John Wickner."
Mona gasped,"He's here!" Pointing to the screen.

Joe looked at the screen suspiciously, before turning to the suit,"Look you all come with us to 1219 first then we'll take you to your car, based on what just happened you're probably better off sticking with us until then anyway" his voice was confident.

"Let's go!" Mona voice almost a cry, a mixture of anxiety and happiness.

"Agreed" said Joe, putting one final round into the Asians man's head. He'd emptied one magazine and only had one bullet left in another, causing him to reload careful to put the now empty and almost empty magazines in his bag rather than with his other magazines.

The group decided to take the stairs as they would be more defensible should more of these monsters come running.

Items expended this round:
(13) .45 ACP rounds
(2) 9mm rounds.

Items recovered this round:
Leftover Chinese food.

 

[Darasuum]

It didn't look good. Gerard wondered how things were elsewhere in the country. the president had been on his way out and it looked like the next one would be left with plenty of issues to deal with. but his thoughts were cut short as he saw a missile heading towards the building. he swore once and yelled at his friend. it didn't hit close enough or cause enough of an explosion to do damage to them aside from shake the room quite a bit.

"We might want to relocate." he told his friend as he grabbed his backpack and placed the map back in it before securing it on his shoulders. "yeah and where we gonna go?" all Gerard did was shrug in response. if there were explosives being let off he didn't want to be anywhere near them. movies made them look like controlled destruction but they were far from it. "you got any better ideas? we'll make our way floor by floor, see if there's anything worth taking and then we can maybe try to make it to the suburbs or something." Gerard didn't really know where else to go. people may have fled and gone so that would mean a house or two that they could squat in. maybe they could make it to the edge of the city and either try to head back to San Diego or something. "i'll think on it as we search. sound good?" he had a few other ideas brewing but he wasn't sure if they would be worth the risk in the long run. agreeing Cruz grabbed his gear and his axe. together they headed up first to check the floors above them.

 

[Asteroid]

The major's office seemed to be decorated with numerous military items of personal or sentimental value, the old World War Two rifle undoubtably belonged to a grandfather. The Manila file with the enticingly red 'Top Secret' stamp on it peaked Molly's curiosity. You don't necessarily have to be a criminal to want to get your hands on confidential government documents but trying to steal a look after the major stuck up for her was probably the wrong move especially since she was about to ask him for clearance.

Molly's attention broke from the folder and back to the Major once he directly referred to her. "Major if I may, ever since I arrived on base I've been stone walled time after time and the secrecy is beginning to hinder my effectiveness in combating this disease." Molly rubbed her temple as she spoke still reeling from the blow to her head. "I may not be part of the military but I was sent here by the acting director of the CDC and in order to do my job I'm going to need at the very least access to the infirmary."

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Mad Dog
The move to the stairs had been anything but easy. The things had seemed to hone in on your position. As you exit the kitchen you are met by two more of them. You dispatch them easily, as they are of the slower type. Just as you reach the end of the hallway, mere steps from the door to the stairway, another group of zombies breaks through a door behind you. One of then cocktail waitresses is lost underneath them.

The professional gambler prys the other from her hand as she goes down. Another, larger group of them is approaching you from the opposite side of the hallway. They are too close and you can't fight them all off, so you a r enforced to flee, leaving the cocktail waitress to her tragic fate. The remaining four of you reach the staircase and slam the door shut behind you.

The pounding and scratching begin almost immediately after. It seems the things do not posses the intelligence to use doorknobs, which is undoubtedly a good thing. However it is a minor blessing offset by their ferocity and invulnerability. You ascend the stairs towards the floor where your friends room is. As you take the first few, you only hear three sets of footsteps.

You turn and look back, the gambler is still on the landing, glancing at you and then to the opposite direction.

"Screw this goose hunt, I'll make this wager!" He proclaims as he runs over to a locked case with a fire axe inside. He takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around his hand. He proceeds to smash the glass with his wrapped hand. Immediately, a blaring alarm comes to life.

In the confined stairwell, the noise is almost unbearable. The gambler proceeds to run down the stairs in the opposite direction and you continue on. You ascend two floors before, the cocktail waitress screams and points down. The door must've broken behind you cause a group of the freaks are moving up the stairs, with a new and unprecedented level of speed. You still have four floors to go, but you realize that all of you might not be able to outrun the stimulated group of mangled people in pursuit.

@Darasuum
As you exit the room, you find the floor you've already searched to be just as you had left it. Your ascent to the next floor up is uneventful. You find the floor to be under construction. The construction has apparently been halted. Most of the floor is dark, but what portion of it remains, lit up is lit by a combination of outside light and abandoned electric equipment.

A jackhammer lies vertical on the floor, the bit still moving back and forth. It's a miracle this place is still standing without the previous explosive detonation. The jackhammer makes it almost impossible to hear anything but you're pretty sure you see movement behind a white fogged tarp. A slight gust blows through whipping the tarp up for a moment and nothing can be seen.

You find yourself feeling uncertain about this floor. Perhaps it's the jackhammer pounding away at your nerves. Perhaps, it's the unexplained wind gust. Perhaps it's the second creaking noise that seems to come form somewhere inside the very bowels of the building. You look around some more illuminating a partially constructed wall. An open gallon of paint sits near the wall, the paintbrush in the tray has dried red paint on it.

The wall itself sports a small single coat streak of paint, as if someone had just began the project, then suddenly decided to abandon it. Suddenly, the lights go out and the jackhammer stops. At first it's alarming, but you realize it must be another power outage. You begin to relax until you notice it isn't silent. The sound of metal being drug against concrete can be heard further into then floor. The almost perfect darkness, as well as, a combination of partially constructed walls, small scaffolds, and tarps prevent you from identifying the source of the noise.

@Tray Tor
The major nods at you and reaches into his desk, pulling out a simple sheet of paper. "I'm sorry for the resistance you've encountered," the Major responds, "don't think I'm saying that to placate you either." He begins to scrawl a note onto the piercing paper.

"Truth is," he resumes speaking as he writes, "responsibility for your dilemma falls upon me. I've been so swamped with emergencies, that I haven't had the chance to speak with my subordinates and ensure you are given cooperation. Our organizations, they aren't well known for outstanding Co operational skills. Still, this should solve your problem."

The Major hands you a note. A glance over informs you it's purpose is to allow you unrestricted access to medical tent. "I will do my best to get you the cooperation you need, but I'm afraid I can't make any promises regarding the speed in which it will happen. Truth is were swamped and most of the country has gone dark, including Atlanta. We're reeling and in the midst of a logistical nightmare in addition to all our other challenges."

"I'm rambling though", the major continued, "we both have jobs to do. So, if there's nothing else, feel free to see yourself out and be sure to collect your sidearm from Miss Christy. You may find yourself in need of it before this is over."

 

[Mad Dog]

The group runs through the door to the level they are at. There is a stairwell on the opposite side of the hallway as well. We won't make it in time.

Mona grabs the Fire extinguisher from the wall while continuing to run. A room door approximately half way is left wide open, the 3 entered the room, Mona spraying the hallway as they went and an especially large amount outside the door to the room before slamming the door shut.

"Clear!" Joe's voice called from the bedroom.
"Clear!"Mona called back from the bathroom.

The two spent the next few minutes checking every nook and cranny in the room for hostiles before pushing the couch and other furniture up against the door. "We're good in here for now" Joe's voice reassured the other two.

"I'm surprised he has a Ferrari if he makes bets that bad..." Mona laughed lightening the tone for a half second.

Joe at the window,"We might be able to climb from here." looking up and down the unopenable,"If we break the window of course.."

"Joe, it's 4 floors up.." Mona protested, while searching the room, the fridge was thankful not completely empty. She grabbed Three of the small bottles of water from them, "Here." Handing one to Joe and one to the Cocktail waitress.

"We should rest, at least for a little bit.." nobody protested, it sounded like a good idea to all of them. The door appeared to be barricaded well enough and the monsters hadn't started banging on the door yet.

No time better than now I guess..

The Cocktail Waitress picked up the phone,"Hey! It's got a tone! We could just call his room. Depending on which side he's on he may be able to climb down to us!"

"Let me see!" Mona demanded as she took the phone from the woman and punched in the number to John's room.

 

[Asteroid]

Molly felt a little vindicated now that she knew that she wasn't intentionally being stonewalled by the military. She smiled as she took the note from the Major and pocketed it in her lab coat. "Thank you major, you've been a great help." She replied before standing up and exiting the building, retrieving and pocketing her pistol as she did so.

The deafening sound of engines and shouting only managed to exacerbate her headache as she began to walk towards the medical tent, clutching her head. She honestly hoped that the base wasn't too strapped for medicine because unless she got some painkillers it was going to be hard to focus.

 

[Darasuum]

the two didn't find anything in the rooms they had searched earlier. as they moved up the stair case they heard a noise that sounded disturbing and soon they saw a jackhammer. "why the hell is there a jackhammer on the upper floors of a hotel. this isn't a freak'n street crew." Cruz said, stating what they were both thinking. it was still running and Gerard wondered why they had not heard it below. no wonder they had gotten the upgrade so easily when they first arrived. people had probably complained about the construction above them.

Gerard brought his glock up to eye level as soon as there was a change in movement. "turn that bloody thing off will ya?" he asked cruz. he hesitated and looked around but then moved forward to silence it as Gerard moved towards the flapping material. then the lights go out and they both halt any movement as the silence seems almost defining for a moment. Gerard reaches for the flashlight on his belt as does Cruz. the silence ends but the lights do not come back on. metal and concrete connecting.

"what the f*** is that?" Cruz said as they both brought their flashlights around trying to scan for some visual source. Cruz forgets about the jackhammer since it is silent and the two make their way towards one another. Gerard wasn't sure if there was something on the floor or if it was just the building finally starting to collapse after the missile. he wasn't sure which one would be better.

 

[Vinn Esper]

@Mad Dog
The phone rings a few times, then a man answers. Unfortunately, all you hear is a "hello" before the line goes dead. At the same time, all the lights in the room go out. If you were to look out the window, you'd see that every light in the once shining city has gone out. From streetlights to Casino signs, everything visible has gone dark. You hear a click from the door which has an electronic keypad lock on the outside. It moves slightly inward against your barricade but stops against it. You can hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps just outside the door. Then all the sudden, you hear a loud blast from down the hallway.

It's not an explosion, but a gunshot from a shotgun or rifle. It's followed by a few more. Then, a bass filled male voice can be heard, "c'mon, this place is fucked. Don't expect me to save your ads if you fall behind. These freaks are everywhere.

A higher pitched male voice responded, "Ha, like I'd need you to save me. Don't forget who shot that cop so you didn't go down. Your ass probably be freak food by now if not for me."

"Yea, well don't think I owe you somethin," the first voice replied in between a few more gunshots. "Some dumb motherfucker left this door open. No wonder these things are all over."

"Too bad we left that bitch tied up, back there," the second voice said, "I was just starting to..." The voices fade away as the two men enter the stairwell. A few more gunshots can be heard, but then it's quiet.

@Tray Tor
As you approach the base you notice a lot more then four Humvee's are in the process of being deployed. Several helicopter gunships are starting to whir to life and even a couple tanks are rolling out. Trying to traverse the base makes you feel like you're playing a real life version of Frogger.

In addition to the myriad of vehicles, there a chorus of voices shouting orders. The base as an example of organized chaos at its finest. And everything is moving towards the only outlet creating a military traffic jam.

You hold your hand to your head, soldiering on to your destination in spite of it. Something is to be said for your dedication. You finally get to the field and the beginning of the medical tents set up outside the barracks that houses the army hospital.

The MPs are staring at you as you approach the door. About fifteen steps away, you reach into your pocket feeling the note given to you by the Major.

A MP steps forward to meet you as you are pulling the note from the pocket. Suddenly the doors to the medical wing burst open and the next few moments pass in slow motion. The MP near the door is knocked away to the side by the force with which the doors were thrown open.

At the same time, the MP that had been coming to meet you, starts to turn around. From the doorway, about five or six seriously wounded soldiers stumble out. There are another twenty or thirty making their way towards the door. The doctor's body, which was almost literally torn to shreds was among the soldiers coming for the door.

The MPs fire on the wounded soldiers with their m16s but the effort is futile as they are taken to the ground and eviscerated by the army of infected soldiers who are only a few steps from your position. They seem to lock onto you now. In their eyes is nothing but hunger. You only have seconds to react before they reach you.

@Darasuum
The scraping noise is incessant and after a short while of listening you can tell its being caused by something in motion. It seems to be moving back and forth somewhere else on this level. Perhaps it's the lack of light sharpening your senses, but now you can hear several sets of tapping and dragging noises that sound like footsteps. There may be something like seven separate points of origin for these new sounds.

One of them sounds to be very close but you can't see anything scanning the area with your flashlight. A seemingly shifting shadow off to your left catches your attention. You turn around quick and your beam illuminates a large man shambling towards you. He does not react to the light in his face, which is bloodied. Upon realizing you're there he growls excitedly and quickens his pace.

He is wearing jeans, and a reflective jacket as well as a yellow hardhat. Upon his growl, the number of tapping and dragging noises seem to multiply and begin moving closer to you. So does the initial sound you heard of metal against concrete.

 

[Mad Dog]

Mona and Joe began clearing each room on the entire floor using their tactical flashlights as the lights had now gone out,"Did you hear those guys? They tied someone up, up here! What adsholes!" The last remaining cocktail waitress kept a lookout in the hallway until they cleared each room.

After finding the tied up woman, or not.
The group made their way to the staircase, heading up as many floors as they could hoping to reach the target floor.

 

[Vinn Esper]

The cocktail waitress leaves the room first. A sick person, knocked down by a shotgun blast to the chest immediately reaches over grasping her ankle and bites into it. She screams and falls onto the floor. The sick person crawls toward her. After reacting to that, assuming the waitress is still alive, she struggles to get to her feet, sobbing the entire time. Several of the sick people are shot, but not dead, and crawl towards the sound of her scream.

As you begin to dead with the six hostiles still in the hallway, more and more of them start to come out of the previously locked rooms. It's a seemingly unending mob. From down the hall, you hear a female voice shouting "Help, help! Please somebody help me!" Her pleas are drawing some of the mob towards her room which is a short freak filled distance from you. If you decide to save her, it will be a very dangerous decision as your light is illuminating more freaks by the minute and it's hard to shoot them accurately on the darkened floor.

 

[Mad Dog]

The two slammed the door behind them as they re-entered the hotel room.

Joe quickly began sliding the barricade materials back up against the door. "Jesus!!" Mona said the sound of the waitress screams still echoing for another couple minutes.."What are we gonna do?"

Joe still pushing up everything not bolted down to the door. "We have to get out of here." walking over to the window. "Tie the sheets together, we'll repel down." as he took a chair, the one piece of furniture not pushed up against the door, and broke out the window.

Mona stripped the sheets and blankets off the two beds and began double knotting them together in a make shift rope. tying it off in the room to the dresser."What about John??" Mona said, worried about what the response would be.

"I don't know yet, give me a minute." Joe was looking out the window surveying the area below while devising a plan for escape. He knew she wouldn't like the idea of leaving John behind, but it was all he could consider to keep them both alive.

 

[Vinn Esper]

The waitresses screams only get louder and louder as you frantically tear the room apart. Then suddenly, there's one final scream, unlike the rest. It's filled with base and ends in a click. Then, the walls near the door seem to tremble as the sounds of the mob pounding on the door and walls fill the room so completely, you have to yell to be heard.

Even with the furniture barricading the door, it is getting opened very quickly. The window does not immediately break, as windows are made thick in Vegas. After a few hits, it does indeed shatter.

You don't have enough bed sheet rope to make it to the ground, but the door is going to imminently be open and the mob is going to fill the room in moments. It's now or never.