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This whole situation is just a bad joke. Not only I am trapped in this place with two biggest idiots of the living left on the planet, no, I am trapped with them in a kitchen with no food in it.

It's like the whole place is pointing its imaginary finger at me and screams 'gotcha!'

Bam!

I hear another crash from around the corner. "Stop whatever you are doing and sit on your asses somewhere, preferably in a corner- face to the wall," I hiss and quicken my pace.

I don't even want to know what idiotic idea are they executing at the moment. I just need them to stay quiet. Oh, that's right, I forgot to mention the best part of this fucked up situation. We are trapped here. Zombies surrounded the hotel and they already breached the front door. We'll be lucky if they stay clear off the kitchen.

Bam!

I hear just as I near the aisle they are in. Fucking idiots!

Pop! Pop!

Now that's better.

I almost feel the weight lifting off my shoulders. Finally, the room is quiet. A curly line of smoke from my handgun is vanishing and before me are laying two very silent and very dead bodies.

Usually, I am all for joining forces but in this new world, a mistake has only one consequence, death. I'd rather be alone than to have two dickheads getting in a way. I'm trying to survive here, not to run a charity.

Alright, one problem solved. There is nothing I can do about the lack of food. So I have to deal with only one last issue. How the hell to get out of here?

I walk around the whole area. It's big, rows of shelves with no food, freezers with no food, fridges with no food of course. One door leading who knows where, I'm not gonna check, I can already hear them behind it. Another door leading to the restaurant, we came from there and I know for sure it must be packed by now. I saw them breaking the glass of the front door. No windows. Fuck.

I make one more tour just to make sure I didn't overlook something, a door in one of the storages maybe, a forgotten door behind one of the shelves? Come on I'm desperate here, don't judge me. Haven't you ever looked for your phone in a freaking fridge just because you were running out of places where it could be? Well, shut the hell up then.

Then it hit me. The vents! I look up and there they are. Big beautiful ventilation shafts. I follow their directions. I try to move the furniture so I could get closer but it's secured to the floor. I grab a chair and put it on one of the tables. I am still too short to reach it.

My eyes travel to the two dead bodies. Two pairs of hands would be helpful right about now.

Fuck!