Marty groaned. We'd been sitting in the hotel room for about two and a half hours, and the thing outside out door refused to move. I was pacing, trying to think of something we could kill it with, or at least a way we could get out.
Abruptly, I froze. "Oh my gosh." I looked at the cieling.
Marty's head jerked to the side. "What?"
"Oh my gosh," I stood in awe. "How did I not think of this?"
"Think of what?" Marty was confused now.
I stayed silent, instead walking over to the big, beige door which connected us with the room next to us. We weren't exactly sure who was in the room next to us, but at this point they were our only hope.
Confused only for a second, Marty's eyes widened and he advanced forward. "Oh. I forgot about that."
Tugging open the huge and decently heavy door, I held it open with my foot and started pouding on the door opposite me. My fist made barely any sound, so Marty joined in too.
After about two minutes of pounding, a boy with tousled brown hair and half closed eyes finally opened the door. "What?" He said, his voice half irritated and half dazed.
"There's something outside our door," Marty said to the boy, and watched as he counfused eyes widened. "Like... a... I don't know what it is, but... it's freaking me out."
The boy stepped in between Marty and I, his shirt off. He was wearing nothing but Nike shorts, his dirty blonde hair disheveled. Although he wasn't the most muscular, he looked fit, and was pretty attractive.
"Where is this... this thing you're talking about?" The boy turned and looked me in the eyes.
I walked to the door. "It's out there. We don't know what it is, but..."
The boy, who was about 6'1", had to bend to look through the tiny hole. Violently and quickly, the boy jerked back, almost slamming into me. "What the hell...?"
Marty shrugged. "We don't know what it is or what to do with it," Marty sat down on the bed closest to the window I was sleeping on. "It looks like... A zombie."
"It couldn't be," the boy shook his head in disbelief. Marty stood up and switched the light on.
I wasn't looking the best, obviously. With my Superman sweatshorts and an old grey t-shirt, I was kind of embarrassed to be in front of that pretty attractive guy, who even in just black Nike shorts was an "11/10", like Haylee would say.
"I'm Marty," my brother walked up to the boy. They shook hands.
"I'm Nate," the boy smiled at Marty, then looked at me. "And who are you?"
I smiled back. "I'm Blair."
"Cool." Nate walked into his hotel room, and shook someone. "My brother..." A moan was audible from Nate's room. "And I are here..."
"Nate, get away..."
"To see his girlfriend on Broadway."
"God dammit Nate," a silhouette sat up next to Nate's. "It's like... 4 a.m.!"
"Just look at this, David!"
Reluctantly standing up, David repeated almost the exact procedures Nate did. David and Nate looked almost exactly alike, except for the fact David was taller, looked older, and had light brown eyes instead of light blue like Nate's.
"What the..." David walked over to the TV and turned it on.
"What are you doing?" Nate looked at his brother.
