"If it's locked we'll unlock it with that E-tool of yours, it's very useful." Greg whispered. "The fire escape?" He wondered. We should probably check the backdoor first, it might be open. Greg tilted his body and faced Carter, "lets say there are a couple of them at the back.. do you think we could take'em out?" He asked in a shaky voice. Greg was still scared of those "things". The melted flesh. The dropping blood, Drooling all over, not to mention the scary growls the made. It was grossome, disgusting on so many levels. But to think they were once humans..

Greg unsheathed his machete and crimson combat knife, propping it on his lap, showing it to Carter. "best to use melee weapons, we don't want to make any noise, gotta stay silent" Greg said. He checked the motel's front doors again, the horde was still there. Greg noticed some zombies eking out from alleys and some hidden spots. "Their number is growing by the minute! We better hurry Carter!" Cried Greg in a low soft sound. "We better get moving! Lead the way." Greg ordered.