Sgt Ryan poked his head out of the window. He was 3 stories up, in an abandoned hotel. The door was locked, and he had turned the bed up against it to further seal it. The small room had a balcony, but Ryan didn't feel like exposing himself like that yet. So he watched out the window.

The zombies had came, and Ryan and his squad had been send to "Clean it up". Heh. That was not going to happen. Had high command never seen a horror movie? Ryan thought to himself. Well, things happened almost exactly like in the movies. The got separated, and people got eaten, zombies got shot and so on. A movement distracted Ryan from his thoughts.

There was a zombie stumbling down the road, Ryan could have shot it, but was low on ammo, and the sound would have brought more. He had a large knife (8") that he had taken from the kitchen on his way up here. "Blades don't need reloading" He thought. He slid back down and sat against the wall, wondering if there was another person alive in the city.