The Last of Us

Don't fall...

Carlos just anxiously stood there before Lando convinced him to follow him. He hated this so much, he just wanted to go back to Spain right now, wondering what he had done to deserve this. Walking beside Lando, he flinched at every little thing which was pretty funny to be honest. As they looked around, all they saw was a reception with old paperwork and some blood stained the desk. He furrowed his brows and then moved on to this large dining room with tipped over chairs, a skull of a human underneath the table and more blood sprayed onto everything. The floorboards creaked, it made him more suspicious of what could actually lie here and if it was really a regular hotel. Thinking of the murders that could have occurred here made something in him worry someone or something else was in the building with them. He had to push his thoughts away as they entered a kitchen which was full of massive steak knives and butcher's knives. He felt as if he had to take them, something drew him to them. Picking a steak knife up, he gripped onto it and placed it in a holder that he coincidentally already owned.
Lando glanced around, noticing Carlos take the knife and seemed slightly off put by his choice.

Daniel and Max walked up the staircase, each step was an aggressive squeak as Pierre and Charles hurried to the top floor. When the two got to the second floor, they entered and Max noticed a figure in the distance. He let out a scream that would echo across the entire hotel. Daniel frowned and opened his mouth but then saw the figure and just passed out on the floor. Max was alone now, he just had to hope the others heard his screams. The figure had a hunched over posture and gleaming yellow eyes, it didn't look like normal zombie though. It held a butcher knife tightly in its grip. Max snatched Daniel's crowbar and prepared to defend himself as it slowly turned towards him.

Seb had began to walk down a set of spiral stairs but heard Max's horrified scream and rushed back up. Carlos and Lando weren't in his sight but he and Lewis just rushed to the second floor. Whipping out his pocket knife, Seb arrived at the scene and saw the eerie figure. Lewis had taken Seb's old crowbar but he went to check on the unconscious Australian instead of see whatever the living hell that creature was. Pierre hurried down the stairs with a SHOTGUN and just shot the figure as it collapsed to the ground.
"WOO! I FOUND A GUN!" The French man grinned, reloading it afterwards. It was a double-barrel shotgun so it only had a couple of quick fire shots. It was an S×S one. Srb told the man to put it down and go back upstairs but still thanked him. Lewis went to see what the figure actually was. A step before he reached it, the floorboards beneath him broke and he fell through the floor, but managed to grip on, "GUYS! Help me up please. #grateful #blessed!" He said in a shaky voice. Seb and Max walked over, grabbing the Englishman by the arms and heaving him up before bursting into laughter. Afterwards, Seb became serious again and went to check on the still unconscious man. Max and Lewis grabbed the body of the figure. It was plump, bloodied and it only had one eye. Some mutated zombie. But how had they already reached here? Unless... they were placed here... that thought clicked in Lewis' head and was suddenly glad they hadn't gone in the basement... They needed to get the others to the second floor before something happened, they needed to stick together this time.