Blindsided By Love

Chapter 4:To the Hotel We Go!

Rochelle POV:

Well me and Coach were off to the hotel when these damn zombies came out of no where trying to kill us. We ran like a bittersweet Georgia breeze in the Fall, cool and refreshing but strong enough to knock you off your own two feet.

As I ran I told myself not to look back, not to think of all of the poor, innocent people that mutated into these walking piles of rotting flesh. I held back the warm, ever growing tears and looked over to Coach. I would be forever grateful to this sweet man, he saved my life and was now leading me away from the horrors of this godforsaken place to possible salvation.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Coach slowly falling behind. "Come on Coach, we gotta keep on runnin' away from these bastards!" I tried to encourage him while patting him on the back. He just looked up at me and half-heartedly smiled at me and said, "Sorry Ro, I just... I ain't in the best'a shape right now." I smiled at him but it quickly disappeared into a shocked look when I saw the zombies getting really close to us.

I swiftly grabbed the pistol I saw in a belt loop of Coach's khakis. I started aiming at every zombie I saw, shooting them right between their eyes. Coach just looked at me with shock and awe after every zombie was shot dead... or dead again I guess.

"I guess those gun training classes that the news station recommended I do really payed off." I said smirking while Coach's jaw was still hitting the sidewalk . "Damn Ro, you sure is a good shot girl." He said chuckling, soon after I was laughing myself.

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It took us a little while to get to the hotel but we finally made to the hotel. I ran up to the entrance of it and kissed the wall, not caring who's or what germs may have been on it. "Yes we're saved, hallelujah!" I said joyfully.

Coach gave me a weird look and started chuckling. We walked around the main lobby until we saw bright orange, spray-painted arrows leading up the endless flights of stairs. I started quickly running up the stairs and was already about 14 floors up when Coach yelled behind me, "Who the hell puts'a evac station up thirty flights of goddamned stairs?"

"I don't know, some genius head honcho from CEDA probably", I replied sarcastically. Coach just let out a quick chuckle at my little comment and started tiredly trudging back up the stairs again. Finally we made to the thirtieth floor and opened up the door that leads to the roof.

I feeling of utter fear and dread washed over me as I realized, we were to late... CEDA was, gone. I collapsed to my knees on the hard, concrete floor and sobbed. Coach came over to me and rubbed my back with an extremely worried look on his face. "Coach," I managed to get out in between sobs, "CEDA's gone, they left us for dead..."