The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 48

The next day we quickly got around to go to the Hotel to find the survivors. We didn't waste any time leaving the place. This time, we left the horse back at the apartment. 

"Well, do you have any idea where this so-called hotel is?" Naomi sarcastically asked. I really didn't have any idea where this hotel was.

"No clue," I replied. Then I looked around and saw Beasts dispersed all over the place. We didn't want to engage in fighting unless it was necessary, after all, we didn't need them to bring attention to us, as long as we were quiet, and not within their sights, we would be fine. 

We ended up walking a few miles before the Beasts got in the way. We were in the main area of New Orleans. Luckily, there were only a few here. I went up to one and bashed it into the head, it turned around and viciously hissed at me like a cat in heat. The thing fell over on top of me, trying to dig its claws deep into my chest. It started scratching my arms and face, but then Naomi kicked it off. As it fell over she stomped on its head. 

"Are you okay?" Naomi asked. I looked over at her and gave her a scowl.

"Oh no I'm fine, I got a few scratches, not like I was almost killed or anything!" I responded. She rolled her eyes at me, and we kept moving. 

Another Beast came out of an alleyway and flung itself at Naomi, throwing her down to the ground. I took the machete and slapped the sharp blade across its face. The thing gave me a demented look and then flung itself at me like a rabid dog. The thing grabbed ahold of me and then slapped me across the face with its sharp, protruding nails.Blood leaked out of my face, but I returned the blow with punching it in the eye socket. It dazed the thing enough, then I took the machete and ripped its stomach open. Intestines flopped out and flew everywhere. The Beast continued with its relentless attack. I took the machete, and jammed it in its neck, then twisted it. Blood poured out like a giant, bloody, waterfall of a mess. The thing fell over. I assumed it was dead this time.

We continued walking down the street when we saw something spray-painted in the middle of the road. It informed us, "Survivors at the Sky Hotel! WE NEED HELP!!!" I looked down at the sign, then looked at Naomi. Who in turn was reading it too. 

"They are really begging for help," I spoke up. 

"That they are," She responded. 

"I really think we should come up with a plan in case things turn the wrong way," I suggested. 

"What do you have in mind?" She asked.

I thought about it for a second. I looked around, for a second. Then looked at her. I had no clue at first. But then it dawned on me as I looked at that rifle she was carrying. It stuck out from behind her like a swordsman's sword. "Your rifle," I spoke up, then continued, "You could watch to make sure everything is okay from a rooftop or something. Watch out if anything gets heated. You should know when that happens, and I'll give a signal to tell you if it is cool or not."

She shook her head, then responded, "I got it. I only have a few bullets left in this thing. If a shootout happens, I'll try my best. Can't guarantee I won't miss once or twice." 

"All right," I responded. You could never be too careful in this world. You can't trust anyone, not even people you've known your whole life. 

Then we came upon a street, some Beasts lurked in the side streets, growling, hissing at each other. We were careful not to alert them now. We came up to a building. I saw people inside, so I assumed this was it. Plus it did say "Sky Hotel" spray-painted onto the building. I leaned over to look, and they all had guns. 

"Naomi, go do your thing. Be careful!" I warned her. If anything happened to her, I wouldn't live with myself. I entered the building. 

The room was filled with dozens of people staring at me. They all gave me a surprised look. 

"Well, well. Look at what we have here!" A guy stated as he walked up to me. 

"Uh... Is this the Sky Hotel? Looking for survivors?" I asked while being confused by that guy's remark. I looked at the room and looked for places to hide behind in case they decided to kill me.

"What a lovely surprise we have here, we were granted a gift. A lovely, taste, morsel," The guy replied, then licked his hairy lips. Fuck. That word is practically code for, "I'm a cannibal". This was a cannibal base. More of them surrounded me.

One of them asked, "Hey we gonna fry em' or not?" I started to back out but then I heard someone slam the door behind me. 

"Ey Jerry, good job at lockin' that fuckin' door. Can't let this little juicy little snack escape!" One of them remarked. Well, if I'm going to die today, I will die fighting. I went to pull out my pistol. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're surrounded by gun-toting cannibals," The first guy that talked to me remarked. Fuck. I put my hand behind my back and gave a quick thumb down. I quickly slid between the people surrounding me, and behind a garbage can. I heard a quick gunshot go off. I peeked out to see the guy that was in front of me got his head blown off. Nice shot, Naomi! 

"Let's get em'. Oh morsel, come out wherever you are!" One guy shouted to another. What? Didn't they see where I went?  Fuck this was going to be a long day. Fucking inbred cocksuckers.