[color=cyan][center][h2]Cole Anderson[/h2][/center][/color]

[center]Penthouse suite, top floor. Morning.[/center]

[color=cyan][i]God my aching head[/i][/color]

The night before was quite the event. There was everybody from rich business men, college girls, NFL players, musicians there, and there was way too much alcohol and drugs. Cole told himself that this was bad for his health, but he could afford to have some cheat days. Besides, he had just won the middle weight champion of the world last week, and this was his way of celebrating. An up and rising star in both boxing and MMA, he was proud that he was starting to make a name for himself. That also meant a bit of cash that allowed him to have such a nice place, which he didn't mind at all. He didn't do it for the money, but it surely helped. 

Although this hangover did not, and he grabbed his head as he sat up in his king sized bed. Looking around, it seemed like he had half ass drunk wandered into his room and somehow made it into his bed. Maybe he didn't end up here himself. There were a lot of women he talked to last night, but there seemed to be quite the commotion. Lots of deranged drunk people snarling and fighting each other. There was a terrible amount of cocaine going around it seemed. Pity. 

After sipping some water he could hear a faint siren echoing outside of his room, and he raised an eyebrow. Was there some kind of fire alarm going on? Or maybe there was just some really loud music. He wasn't sure, but just in case, he decided to dress himself and stuff some shit in a backpack. His attire consisted of a white tanktop, black leather jacket, ripped jeans, combat boots, and some dark shades. His backpack consisted of his sparing gloves, a t shirt and shorts, a water bottle, a few snacks, and a first aid kit. Also his wallet, keys, and other personal items. He also kept brass knuckles on himself for safety, considering he would be a prime target to get mugged. He was planning on going to the gym to practice, so even if there was a fire drill, he'd have his shit together. 

Finally he ran a comb through his thick hair, putting on his dog tags and looking himself in the mirror. Bright blue green eyes stared back at him, and he rubbed the five o'clock shadow on his face. He'd have to shave that later. After inspecting himself he opened the door to his penthouse suite and gave a low whistle.

The place was absolutely trashed. Furniture was torn apart, shit thrown everyone, broken glass. Food and alcohol littered the floor, there was a pile of trash in the corner, and it seemed like a tornado hit the place. [color=cyan]"Wow, I must have had quite the party."[/color] Cole said, looking around. Upon further inspection however, it looked like there was pools of dried blood in several spots. What the hell? It was almost like a murder scene in here. He didn't see any dead bodies, but it seemed like glass near the balcony was smashed, almost as if people launched themselves off the top floor. What the fuck happened? He made a mental note to invite less people to the after party. 

The sirens were getting louder, and it sounded like there was an evacuation going on for the building. It was recorded however, and it seemed like some emergency was happening. It wasn't a fire alarm, or maybe it was. Why were we suddenly evacuating? The people here are utter maniacs apparently. Quickly grabbing an apple, he chomped it down before opening his hotel door, taking a peak outside. Holy fuck. It seemed like the entire hotel got trashed. Luggage littered the floors, paintings were smashed and plants were littering the floors. The more he thought about it the more he got confused. He just needed to get the hell out and worry about that later. 

After jogging down the hallway a bit he heard a loud scream coming from one of the hotel rooms. Two screams actually, one almost yelling and the other a high pitched shriek. His brain told him [color=cyan][i]nope nope nope nope nope[/i][/color] but his legs moved him over to the ajar door. This couldn't be anything good. He threw open the door, looking inside. 

[color=cyan]"What the hell is going on in here?"[/color]

[center][h2][color=fff200][i]Alinda Williams[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

[color=fff200]”Get the fuck of me!”[/color] Alinda screamed. She was in her hotel room, where she had woken up from the night before. Brought from her deep sleep by the wailing of an emergency siren, Alinda had awoken to find her room with no power and some mysterious person lurking in her open doorway.

Startled of course by this, Alinda had scrambled up and ordered the stranger out, threatening to call security. Instead, the stranger surged forward into her room, arms raised. Alinda had grabbed a chair from the nearby table and thrown it at the intruding man. The chair had ricocheted off his thick form and he continued forward like it had been nothing.

Alinda had tried to run past but had tripped on the rug, and in seconds her asailant was on top of her. She lay on her back, kicking and flailing her arms wildly. In the vague darkness she could still see the man gnashing his teeth at her like a rabid dog and grumbling as they struggled on the floor. Convinced this was a madman on drugs, Alinda began screaming for help, [color=fff200]”Help! Someone help! Get this lunatic off of me!”[/color]

Cole noticed a larger man on top of a young woman, maybe a little younger than himself. It definitely seemed like the non consensual things were going on, the woman screaming for help. The man grumbled and gnashed his teeth like a dog. Damn crack heads. 

[color=cyan]"What the fuck man, got off of her!"[/color] He yelled, rushing over to help her. He grabbed the man around his waist, throwing him to the side with surprising force. [color=cyan]"What the hell is wrong with you mate? That's no way to get with a woman."[/color] he sighed, looking at the man. 

But the monstrosity didn't even seem to understand what he was saying, and he charged at Cole head on. Cole was pushed onto the bed, holding the monster back as it tried to bite him. Cole one hand on his throat, the other on it's chest, keeping it inches away from him. It looked like it was going off of pure instinct and aggression, trying to kill him as it attempting to start to beat the shit out of Cole now with it's arms. 

[color=cyan]"Why you motherfucker..."[/color] Cole whispered, and he planted his feet on the ground. He pushed the man off of him, keeping his left hand on it's throat as he careened it's head firmly into the dry wall. It seemed like the man was still trying to fight him, and Cole was since done with this crackhead's shit. He let go of the man, winding back and delivering a clean right hook to it's jaw. A wicked snap was heard, something breaking from the force of the impact as the man slumped to the ground. 

Cole breathed heavily, not expecting that at all. What's with these people? He almost never threw punches at civilians, his fists technically being legal weapons, and he could get in a lot of trouble for straight up decking someone. But this was an exception he was willing to live with.

Turning over to the woman who was attacked, which he almost completely forgot was there, he offered his hand to help her up. [color=cyan]"It's safe now, don't worry. I won't hurt you. Are you okay?"[/color] he asked, bringing her to her feet and making sure she wasn't seriously hurt. 

Alinda braced herself as the man helped her stand, the feelings of shock still careening through her mind and body. She stepped back from him steadily as she tried to compose herself, her breathing was rapid though was beginning to slow.
She looked to her rescuer, looking him in the face, [color=fff200]”T-Thank you,”[/color] she forced herself to swallow, hoping it would help her breathing [color=fff200]”wha-... what the hell was that? I had just woke up, and that psycho came into my room and attacked me.”[/color]

[color=fff200]”And that alarm...”[/color] she said, as the faint emergency message could still be heard repeating itself. She reached up and pulled her tussled hair back, she wiped her forehead which was coated in sweat. Alinda looked the man in the face again [color=fff200]Who-what are you-“[/color] her words were cut short as a heavy grumble came from her collapsed attacker. He shifted around on the floor, looking up at the two. His jaw hung open loose, broken from the punch he had received. He growled, a spray of blood squirting from his mouth onto the floor as he began to rise up. Another vicious snarling could be heard out in the hallway, deeper.

[color=cyan]"Look, you're preaching to the choir. I couldn't tell you either."[/color] Cole said, looking just as confused as she was in the matter. She looked unharmed, which was great, but the situation was slowly piecing itself in his head. His place was trashed, and blood and broken glass everywhere. The strange rumors and behavior from last night, followed by this monstrosity attacking this woman. Not to mention, when he was going down the hallway, it seemed like the stairwell was barricaded. That could either mean it was trying to keep something from getting in... or to keep something from getting [i]out.[/i] The more the siren blared, the more he realized that whatever was causing this guy to freak out was happening to others most likely, and that's why the evacuation was going on. But what the hell was up with these people? Drugs?

Turning towards the man, he blinked in disbelief as he slowly started to stir and get up. You could see blood pouring out of his mouth, his jaw clearly broken and unhinged like some sort of snake. Any normal person would be out cold from a punch like that, let alone the pain from his jaw being broken. That professionally thrown punch even hurt the boxer a little, his hand a little red from the incident. This was no ordinary drug or illness. These people didn't feel pain, didn't have any intelligent thought, and only wanted to kill. 

[color=cyan]"I don't know who or what the hell you are, but if you're going to attack us like that, I'm not going to have a choice."[/color] Cole said, as hands grabbed at his jeans, trying to grab him. Cole reared his leg back, delivering a swift and powerful kick to it's temple. It's neck snapped back, eyes rolling to the back of it's head as it finally crumpled into a heap on the ground for good. It was most certainly dead. Was murdering him right? He didn't know, but in situations like these, you had to survive. 

[color=cyan]"I have a bad feeling that those sirens are for that."[/color] he says, pointing to the dead body. He drags it into the hallway, tossing it to the side as he sees another figure groan loudly in the hallway. It was a woman, maybe 20, in the hallway with a bright yellow bikini. But she had the same dead stare and posture of the man he had just killed, and upon eye contact she started screaming and running toward him. [color=cyan]"Something tells me that there's a lot more like him, and that they're really sick and want to kill us."[/color]

Cole waited for the woman to come, getting into a firm and strong fighting stance. He spun around, his leg twirling as he did as a round house kick hit the woman square in the chest. There was a loud groan and a snap, the woman slamming into the wall next to her. Yup, she was definitely just like the man, as even some cracked ribs from a combat boot barely phased her. This wasn't even [i]human[/i]. 

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he slowly slipped the brass knuckles into his right hand as she angrily charged him. There was no talking or reasoning with her at this point, as his hand came out of his pocket, wound back, and popped her right in between her eyes. A sickening crunch sound could be heard as the front part of her skull caved in, and like a tree she fell down backwards. Wiping off the blood from his knuckles, he could still hear a little groaning coming from the woman before he decided to curb stomp her head in. Anything that could take a hit like that and still move around should be dead.

Alinda had watched her rescuer kill her attacker, and could hear him now in the hallway, fighting presumably another of these...[i]psychos[/i]. The site of the dead man, the sound of breaking and crumbling bones, it was too much. Alinda bent over and emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor, which was mostly bile and finger foods from the night before.

She coughed and spit at the taste in her mouth, though after a minute stood, composing herself. [i]Right, just be calm. Keep calm, and everything will be fine. Gotta’ keep a clear head here. Can’t fall apart.[/i] The first thing she needed was a change in clothes, her current green shorts and black bikini top wouldn’t exactly be the best right now. She crossed the room to where her luggage sat against the wall, and pulled from her suitcase a green jacket and jeans, and then reached for her sneakers. 

She paused, looking around her room, wondering if she had anything else they would need. [i]We?[/i] she thought to herself. After all, she didn’t even know this man she had just met. But, he had saved her life from that deranged guest who was trying to rip her face off. And he appeared aside from her to be the only other “sane” human being in a yells’ distance. [color=fff200]”In times of crisis...”[/color] as she reached for her cell phone from the night stand.  

[color=cyan]"The phone line is dead."[/color] Cole said, leaning against the door frame. He showed his iPhone, noting that it said "no service" on the top corner. [color=cyan]"Apparently while we were sleeping something hit the phone lines. Hell, when I looked outside I didn't even see any hotel staff or policemen. There were a lot of abandoned cars, but nobody around them. Whatever this is, it's not just us."[/color]

Cole closed the door, looking out it just to make sure nothing had spotted them. He locked the door, opening his backpack up. He grabbed his MMA sparring gloves, putting them on before putting his brass knuckles back in his pockets. He only wanted to use the knuckles if he absolutely had to. He closed up his backpack and peaked out the window, surveying the scene below. 

[color=cyan]"Grab whatever shit you need that'll be useful, and then we're getting the hell out of here. I have no idea where, but here definitely isn't safe. Not with those... things running around. Then we'll find some place safe. However, we have a bit of an issue. We're on the top floor, and the stairwell is blocked off and the elevator crashed down the shaft. Our options of getting out are a little bit tougher. Either we climb down the elevator shaft, try to unbarricade the stairs and hope the rest of the way down is fine... or we start balcony hopping. One thing is for certain. We need to grab our shit and go."[/color]