Stewart brought his foot back onto the floor hesitantly, turning his head to where the sounds of groaning came. His brown eyes opened wide, locking onto them. There they were, shambling towards him and looking as dead as usual. Fucking gross... Taking a step back from the door and without second thoughts, Stewart ran in the opposite direction, heading to the stairs and then the lobby - hoping it wasn't filled with them - to stay for a while and actually decide what would be his next plan of action. Though in all honesty, he really should've stayed in his hotel room.
The running finally stopped, reaching the end of the hallway. The stairs looked even more terrifying than usual, thanks to the dark and his damnable fear of heights. Able to help with sickness and treat basic wounds, unable to overcome his fear of anything having to with heights. "God I this. So much." Taking a deep breath as he carefully made his way down and letting out an irritated grunt as he could hear this sickening bullshit play out through the entire building as clear as day. The screams from outside and inside the hotel, glass breaking, people running above and underneath him, it sounded as if the world were going to hell around him.
Reaching the bottom, his stomach began to churn as he fought to keep his vomit down. Stewart made a loud gulping noise, swallowing it as he looked toward, what looked to be, a couple of living people running ahead of him. People? Living folks? Sighing at the thought of more running, Stewart began to run slowly behind them. "At least, at least I'll finally get in shape thanks to this bull..." He huffed, continuing his slow pace.