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flails his arms in a failed attempt to rush down the stairs grab us.
    “Now we run. Move your fucking feet, ” Rob says.
    We both throw ourselves against the wall as the man falls down the stairs and hits his head against the railing right in front of us. He’s so awkward he’s half hanging over the rail.
    “Fuck this,” Rob says, rushing over and shoving the punker off the stairs.
    The dude flips through the air, colliding with other sections of the staircase. He smashes into people below like a failed stage diver at a rock concert.
    Death fluid sprays in every direction and no one seems to notice that a man just splattered against the floor next to them.
    “ Direct hit,” Rob says a little too loudly.
    One of the people is bald and fat and gazes up at the two of us. His shriek alerts the others as he bumbles his way to the stairs.
    “Shit! Shit! S hit! Come on Rob we need to go!” I start to take off down the stairs.
    Rob grabs my arm. “Why are we going down?”
    “We’ ll be stuck in here if we go up. Let’s go down a few floors. In case we need to jump to something.”
    “God I hope you’re right.”
                 We crash onto the fourth floor, slamming the door hard against the wall. By the time we hit the middle of the hall where the elevator is located, the door to the staircase slams open once more, releasing a Zombageddon flood of bloodthirsty undead, knocking against walls and pushing each other to the ground.
                  Rob starts running like crazy but doesn’t really know where to go. “What are we going to do, man?”
    “ There’s got to be a utility closet,” I say, running down a hallway.
    Rob follows me as I pull on doors.
    I find one with the words, JANITORIAL SERVICES, yank it open and we pop inside.
    I grab a push broom and break the head off.
    Rob grabs a dirty bucket of mop water, opens the door and wheels the water into the hall.
    “What are you doing? Close it,” I say.
    After pulling out the mop, he kicks the bucket over, spilling soapy water onto the carpet between us and the undead.
    “The zombies will slip a nd fall when they come after us,” he says, still holding the mop.
    “ On carpet?” I say. “Never mind. Let’s try to find an open room.”
    No good.
    Finding an open door in a hotel with automatic locks is an epic fail. We reach the end of the hall where a window overlooks the highway. Nothing but asphalt to jump down to.
    The hall fills fast with undead creepers. Some of them, freshly turned, start chewing on each other as they make they’re way toward us. Slower ones scream as they get trampled. Others trip and fall.
    “We’re fucked, ” Rob says.
    Every part of my body fills with goosebumps. Then I remember the crash I heard that scared the shit out of me in the bathroom upstairs and realize the walls are paper thin.
    “Rob, try and hold them back.”
    “Hold them back? With a mop?”
    “Yeah. I’m going to kick through one of these walls.”
    “I don’t know if I can. There’s about a million of those creepy shitfucks and I just pissed myself.”
    “T hink back to your high school football days. Don’t let anything through the line. I’ll get us a way out.”
    “Okay, okay ,” Rob says, puffing himself up, readying himself to body slam cannibals. “I can do this. You guys better really be dead because I’m bringing the pain! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”
    Rob pounds his chest like some kind of scraggly white gorilla and mashes his feet on the carpet for traction, then takes off running toward the horde.
    I start kicking the wall.
    “This is Sparta, motherfuckers!” Rob smashes the mop head into the face of the first zombie he reaches, knocking it into some of the others.
    I drive my leg through a portion of drywall. Using the broomstick as a crowbar, I pry a huge chunk out of the way.
    Rob smashes zombies in the head. As each tries to grab him, he pokes, stabs and smashes.
    Z ombies fall on top of each other.
    “ I’m