One day, back in California. I was with my friends on a trip. My friend's names were Noë, Chris and Angel. And one day we went to a hotel because we were very tired from a road trip. We arrived at the hotel. Each of us rented a room. It was midnight when we arrived. The hotel was at least 20 stories high, it was nice; there was a beautiful view. An hour later that night, I went to get free water from the office. After receiving my free water there was blood on every cup. I went to get the manager and said "why is there blood on these cups", but I saw a zombie biting him over and over in the corner. I ran to my room to tell my friends. I knock on this door. After telling them they thought I was joking, they opened the door and saw one coming straight towards him, then we quickly closed the door. We were a little scared. Just in case I brought a gun in case something happened on the road. Noë, Chris and Angel also brought knives to protect themselves in case of a situation. We were thinking about "what's going on over there" and how we were going to get out if there was this zombie-looking thing. so we came up with ideas. Then we walked out of the room to reach the top. Then we went down the stairs and saw a bunch of "zombies" in the hallway. and behind those zombies was this gigantic mutated zombie with a machine gun sewn onto his right hand, and his left hand was holding a machete, and behind all that was the exit door, but there was a problem; a group of them were near the door and blocking the exit. One of our ideas was to get their attention, I was the decoy, then suddenly they all looked at me, while I was getting their attention, my friends were slowly walking behind the zombies towards..... . middle of paper..... .pain. And then there was me. I put the dynamite in the 4th room of the hotel and lit it, but there was a problem, the mutant zombie with this machine gun in his hand, he would get angry and blow up the rooms, and was pulling on the place, so I had to be very careful to pass by him. After leaving the dynamite in the room, I ran outside as quickly as possible and went to hide. After a few seconds, I ran behind a car and the hotel exploded. The entire hotel was collapsing. All the zombies in the hotel are dead. Once it collapsed there was smoke and fire everywhere, and out of the smoke I saw something, I saw the mutant zombie, it was still alive, it was damaged. He was still trying to kill me. He shoots me with a series of random shots in the chest, legs and arms. So he leaves thinking I was dead so he leaves walking elsewhere; he killed me...or so he thought…….