The Vannah hotel in Savanna, Georgia was hot, damn hot. The humidity was off the charts. The weather reports had been taking about heavy storms and maybe even hurricanes before the emergency broadcast systems had taken over the airwaves.
The hotel was eight stories tall, built in the 1970's in brutalist architectural style. It's walls were thick concrete, the bundling unimaginatively blocky like someone had merely dropped a brick into an empty field. For the area,the hotel was considered lavish with every modern amenity. It had a swimming pool, restaurant, multiple bars and several convention halls.
It was for these very reasons, the Vannah had been used as a control point as the green Flu spread across the nation. CEDA, the Civil Emergency and Defense Agency, had used it to as a place to process and test survivors for the virus before evacuating them.
Now, the building was on fire, coruscating flames flickered, orange and red tongues licking out of windows. There was no way of discerning how it had started. It could have been to slow down the infected horde or perhaps someone was overzealous with their mototov cocktail. The only thing one could be certain of was that the fire was climbing.
Sarah, in one of the stairwells near the top of the building could hear the sound of helicopter rotors. Wheezing, the blonde girl continued to climb, her mule shoes clacking on each step of the staircase as she struggled to keep running. She didn't want the helicopter to leave without her.