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[indent]Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as they reached the elevator. A brief moment of relief washed over her, knowing they were close to escaping the horrifying chaos below. However, that relief was cut short by Rina's panicked cry, which pulled her attention back to the grim scene before them.

The sight of the bloody handprint on the metal wall sent shivers down Amelia's spine, a chilling reminder of the gruesome events that had occurred in the hotel. The zombies, previously absorbed in their grisly feast, abruptly shifted their attention to Rina as she approached the elevator.

Amelia followed Rhys's command to step back, positioning herself behind him with the broken chair leg in hand, ready to defend herself if necessary. Her heart raced as the two advancing zombies closed in, their grotesque forms and snarling faces a disturbing mockery of humanity.

When Rhys kicked one of the zombies, sending it tumbling into the elevator, a flicker of hope briefly lit up within Amelia. It was a short-lived respite, a brief moment of reprieve amidst the chaos. Nevertheless, she remained vigilant, keeping her eyes on the zombie advancing toward Rina and the one menacing Rhys.

As Rhys grappled with the zombie in front of him, Amelia steeled herself for action. Her instincts urged her to intervene, and when the opportunity arose, she swung the broken chair leg with all her might at the approaching zombie near Rina. The impact struck true, sending the creature staggering and buying precious time for Rina to regroup.

But as the battle with the undead continued, a heavy sense of dread settled in Amelia's chest. Delaney's anguished cry only deepened her apprehension. The chaos in the elevator and the loss of the keys felt like cruel blows of fate, leaving them vulnerable and uncertain.

Amelia hurried to Delaney's side, guided by her innate instinct to help those in need. She knelt beside the fallen woman, concern evident in her features, and offered reassurance in a voice that trembled slightly with anxiety. [color=#990099]"Take a moment, catch your breath,"[/color] she urged Delaney, her voice a source of calm amidst the turmoil. [color=#990099]"We'll recover those keys together. Our survival depends on it."[/color][/indent]