Seeing the Zombie suddenly turn around, Mark was shocked but did not slow his hand down. Instead, he took out one hand from the grip and tried to reach out to the metal bar in his bag.

As the Zombie noticed Mark behind it opened its mouth to growl loudly but the machete was quicker and instead of the neck, it struck the check and went into the mouth cutting open the head almost in half. Mark quickly took out the metal rod and swung the rod on the other side of the head, forcing the head to get cut deeper due to the sharpness of the machete already inside its face.

The blood erupted from the Zombie as its upper face from its mouth slid down to the ground. The blood sprayed all over the place and right on Mark's face. Using his shirt's sleeve, he cleaned his face and let the body slid on the wall.

He looked at the lobby and felt as the zombies were not disturbed because of this and kept the rod back inside his bag. His heart was calm as he observed the half face of the Zombie lying down.

Mark slowly peeked out of the hallway to observe the whole condition of the lobby and the zombies inside The zombies were moving around in the brightly lit lobby. He counted all the zombies and found there were 7 on his way towards Denton's room.

He decided to not disturb the zombies as much as he can. If there would be even a slight disturbance in his movements, he would instantly be swarmed with zombies all over him. He can only quietly make his way towards the room.

After checking all the zombies and their movements, Mark decided on a route towards the room. The Zombie nearest to had its back faced towards him and went straight where there was a couch.

Mark could not even afford to breathe normally seeing the back of the Zombie. He silently made his way towards the couch. As he was at the back of the Zombie, he could hear its groans and the awful smell from it.

Controlling himself, he continued towards the couch slowly while keeping a look at the Zombie for any sudden reaction like the previous one. As he reached the couch, he immediately sat behind the couch and looked at the Zombie. It was undisturbed, and it made him exhale in relief.

The condition of all the zombies were still the same and looked like he wasn't found yet. He planned the next route and noticed the range of couches expanding more than half of the lobby and exhaled.

After calming his nerves down a bit, he slowly went to the side of the couch and noticed the straight way to the other side without any zombies lying down. He exhaled and looked outside the large mirrors by his other side. The view mesmerized him.

The dark night was filled with stars and a calm environment. There was only the sound of the wind blowing at the height he was in. He noticed a fire in an area as black smoke filled that part. He wondered if there were some people fighting for their lives down there.

Seeing the view, he remembered the only 2 people who were the reasons he did not die until the moment. He wondered about Kevin and if he was alright with the whole situation. He remembered that when he last called Kevin was headed towards the museum on the tour.

He then remembered the only other person he cared about and the one who supported him since the last few years together with Kevin, when he had nothing. He remembered her face and wondered if she was alright.

His thoughts got disturbed as a noise came from behind him. He slowly turned around and peeked from the top of the couch and saw a zombie throwing a glass bottle on the reception down while mindlessly roaming around.

He went back down and decided to meet his friends after he got out of this building tomorrow morning. He slowly turned back towards the way he had to go and crawled his way across the lobby behind the couches.

He tried to make as little sound as possible with his machete in his hand for an emergency. As he crawled, he heard a groan coming near him and stopped. He could hear the Zombie groan somewhere around and turned back to see if it was there.

He saw no one there and then slowly looked up. He noticed a female on standing right on the other side of the couch staring outside the window. His heartbeat quickened as he tried to not make a single noise and forgot to even breathe until the Zombie slowly turned around and went back.

He could only exhale in relief and wonder what would happen if he wasn't lucky enough. Taking another deep breath, Mark continued forward towards the end of the couches.

As he reached the end, he peeked to observe his position and the distance he had to cover to get to the office. He noticed there were 3 zombies outside the room and he squinted his eyes to get a view inside the room. He observed slowly and saw a zombie inside the room as well.

He could only curse his luck in the worst situations. He continued to rack his brain on a possible solution and thought about a diversion possibility. He looked around to find something helpful and noticed a water jug nearby him on the table in front.

Mark crawled towards the table and stood on his knees to reach the jug. He continued to observe if any of the zombies caught him taking it, but this time his luck did not betray him. He crawled back to his previous place behind the couch and got ready to create the diversion.