unmistakably hear the shattering and fracturing of glass and knew in an instant that the doors and windows of the hotel had given out.
The hoards of their zombiefied pursuers entered the building shuffling and dragging their feet across the marble floor.
“Stop right there! Nobody move!” A large bearded man stood in a black and white uniform at the top of the stairs with a carbon steel barrel pointed at the two soldiers. “You let them in, this is my building and you let them in! You stupid mother...” he yelled.
“Calm down, lower the i-Bolt!” Finn interrupted bluntly, “In two minutes your dead granddaddy is going to be chewing on us, now let us pass!” he yelled pointing back down the stairs.
The man, sweating and shaking, rested his finger on the trigger and shot Finn in the shoulder, making him fall backwards down several step. House let off four shots sending the bearded man through the air, his torn white shirt turned red as he hit the metal floor.
“Where are these fools getting their guns? You okay dude?” asked House, staring at the empty spot where the porter once stood.
“Cut face, shot shoulder, I'll live for now but our party guests have arrived, move!”
Finn raised his voice, as he brushed past House on the stairs.
The living dead, in all different stages of decomposition filled the stairwell of the hotel. Ravenous, a number of them stopped and chewed on the dead bearded man, their teeth chattered as they spilled his intestines down the stairs. Soon the devoured porter sat up then followed his dead brood after the two soldiers who were making their way through the building.
House and Finn stood on the stairwell in front of a blood stained metal door. A blonde agent in a black soiled suit was slumped dead against it, her own life taken with her revolver. Finn knelt down and took a note from here hand, her suicide note signed Emmanuelle Judge. ‘Judge Dead’ , he thought.
With his gun in one hand, Finn held an Iridium satellite phone to his ear, surprised it still worked.
“I can’t get hold of the team. Why is there a coded lock?” Finn panted as he tried the door.
Finn fired his gun at the menacing dead who were dangerously closing in.
“It's the Penthouse. I can't think, I can't remember the brief, I can't remember the door code!” House snatched the phone from Finn.
“Major , control, where the hell are you!” he shouted down the phone.
“Blow it open!” Finn shouted. “Those party crashers are nearly here!”
“I got it... one, three...” mumbled House, he typed frantically on a mounted keypad next to the door. “It isn’t working, they've changed the code or the Intel' is incorrect,” House shouted as he punched at the door.
Finn yelled instructions down the phone in between House’s bangs and echoing shots.
“We need a chopper - roof extraction point ASAP, ac2 extraction mission complete, person acquired,” lied Finn, “Immediate evac’, over.”
The dead were advancing up the stairs and were nearly upon the two men.
House shot his way through the door lock, yanking the metal door open he kicked open the wooden inner door. They both began to barricade the door behind them as best as they could. House wedged a sideboard and chairs into the expensive door.
Finn walked through a darkened corridor decorated with elaborate patterned wallpaper. Numerous paintings were displayed from the white picture rails. The lavish corridor opened up into a spacious, open plan, airy Penthouse. As Finn took in the huge square space of the red-carpeted room, House reinforced the door as securely as possible.
The open plan room was empty and silent. Situated to the left were leather chairs. Mounted on the wall was a hulking TV screen that eerily displayed static. Nearby a computer screen flickered with an aquarium screensaver, ‘Mozart's Requiem’ subtly played through several speakers. Finn, stinking of smoke, thought about how his boots were dirtying the pristine
The hoards of their zombiefied pursuers entered the building shuffling and dragging their feet across the marble floor.
“Stop right there! Nobody move!” A large bearded man stood in a black and white uniform at the top of the stairs with a carbon steel barrel pointed at the two soldiers. “You let them in, this is my building and you let them in! You stupid mother...” he yelled.
“Calm down, lower the i-Bolt!” Finn interrupted bluntly, “In two minutes your dead granddaddy is going to be chewing on us, now let us pass!” he yelled pointing back down the stairs.
The man, sweating and shaking, rested his finger on the trigger and shot Finn in the shoulder, making him fall backwards down several step. House let off four shots sending the bearded man through the air, his torn white shirt turned red as he hit the metal floor.
“Where are these fools getting their guns? You okay dude?” asked House, staring at the empty spot where the porter once stood.
“Cut face, shot shoulder, I'll live for now but our party guests have arrived, move!”
Finn raised his voice, as he brushed past House on the stairs.
The living dead, in all different stages of decomposition filled the stairwell of the hotel. Ravenous, a number of them stopped and chewed on the dead bearded man, their teeth chattered as they spilled his intestines down the stairs. Soon the devoured porter sat up then followed his dead brood after the two soldiers who were making their way through the building.
House and Finn stood on the stairwell in front of a blood stained metal door. A blonde agent in a black soiled suit was slumped dead against it, her own life taken with her revolver. Finn knelt down and took a note from here hand, her suicide note signed Emmanuelle Judge. ‘Judge Dead’ , he thought.
With his gun in one hand, Finn held an Iridium satellite phone to his ear, surprised it still worked.
“I can’t get hold of the team. Why is there a coded lock?” Finn panted as he tried the door.
Finn fired his gun at the menacing dead who were dangerously closing in.
“It's the Penthouse. I can't think, I can't remember the brief, I can't remember the door code!” House snatched the phone from Finn.
“Major , control, where the hell are you!” he shouted down the phone.
“Blow it open!” Finn shouted. “Those party crashers are nearly here!”
“I got it... one, three...” mumbled House, he typed frantically on a mounted keypad next to the door. “It isn’t working, they've changed the code or the Intel' is incorrect,” House shouted as he punched at the door.
Finn yelled instructions down the phone in between House’s bangs and echoing shots.
“We need a chopper - roof extraction point ASAP, ac2 extraction mission complete, person acquired,” lied Finn, “Immediate evac’, over.”
The dead were advancing up the stairs and were nearly upon the two men.
House shot his way through the door lock, yanking the metal door open he kicked open the wooden inner door. They both began to barricade the door behind them as best as they could. House wedged a sideboard and chairs into the expensive door.
Finn walked through a darkened corridor decorated with elaborate patterned wallpaper. Numerous paintings were displayed from the white picture rails. The lavish corridor opened up into a spacious, open plan, airy Penthouse. As Finn took in the huge square space of the red-carpeted room, House reinforced the door as securely as possible.
The open plan room was empty and silent. Situated to the left were leather chairs. Mounted on the wall was a hulking TV screen that eerily displayed static. Nearby a computer screen flickered with an aquarium screensaver, ‘Mozart's Requiem’ subtly played through several speakers. Finn, stinking of smoke, thought about how his boots were dirtying the pristine
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