As I walked down the hallway with the rest of the group, I saw a pipe bomb just lying there on a housekeeping cart. I ran up to it and grabbed it. I stuffed it in my pocket, making sure to not throw it this time. I looked up to see a bunch of zombies in an open room.

I guess I should throw that pipe bomb now.

I grabbed the pipe bomb out of my pocket, but before I could reach it, something attacked me. I gasped loudly from shock as I looked up to see a zombie trying to bite me. I kicked it away and threw the pipe bomb into the open room. The beeping from the bomb echoed through the halls and all the zombies were now running towards it. The bomb went off, sending chunks of dead, rotten flesh everywhere. Gross.

"Are you okay?" Pewds asked, running up to me. He was practically bouncing up and down, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I growled at him. I didn't want to deal with him right now. He was being a hypocritical, selfish jerk. I'd rather talk to him when he's not high.

I walked off, searching the open room for loot. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anything interesting – only useless garbage like furniture or paper. I looked back into the hallway and saw an elevator wide open with the lights turned on.

I wonder if it still works?

I ran inside of the elevator and saw the buttons were lit up.

"Guys!" I shouted, "I think this elevator works!"

I heard footsteps racing towards the elevator. I looked up to see Coach and Rochelle.

"Are you serious?" Coach asked.

"Yeah, look! The lights are on, so it must work," I stated.

Coach looked at Rochelle, waiting for her to say something about it. She just shrugged.

"Seems legit," she said.

Pewds ran up to the group to see what was going on.

"Awesome! Elevator ride! Woo!" Pewds practically shouted, running into the elevator. Unfortunately, he ran right into me.

"Oomph!" I grunted and landed on the elevator floor with a hyped up Pewds on top of me.

"Pewds, get off of–"

A "ding" cut me off and before I knew it, the elevator doors were closing and we were descending. Before I could even react, the elevator stopped in the middle of descending and let out a long beep that lasted about ten seconds. I covered my ears and winced at the noise. Then, as if this couldn't have gotten worse, I heard grunting noises coming from below us.

We're stuck in an elevator and now zombies are trying to attack us – just great.

I pushed Pewds off of me and growled audibly at him.

"Whoa, what's your deal?" he asked in a quick, hyper tone.

"MY deal, you ask? YOU'RE the one who just HAD to knock me over and make the elevator descend. And now we're stuck in here with zombies trying to get in so they can eat what's left of our pathetic bodies! And it's ALL YOUR FAULT!" I screamed. The zombie grunts were getting louder, but I didn't care right now. I was in total rage mode.

I stared at Pewds for what seemed like hours, waiting for some kind of response from him other than the shocked expression on his face. Suddenly, his expression turned into anger.

"YOU'RE the one who won't let me have any fun! YOU'RE the one who can't realize that we're going to die in here anyways, so why not just live a little? But NO! You have to focus on 'safety' so we can get out of here, but the truth is: this is real life, not a video game. We have ONE life! We don't get a 'Game Over' screen. We get an eternity of NOTHING if we fuck up even ONCE. We're NOT GOING TO MAKE IT," Pewds basically shouted at me. I could hear the zombies banging on the bottom of the elevator now.

"So you don't care about your life? Pewds, we ARE going to survive this. Trust me. Now, we just need to find a way to get the hell out of here!" I groaned, my mind now turning back to the situation we're in.

I looked at Pewds and saw his expression soften a bit. I guess the adrenaline was wearing off now.

"I guess… you're right. We could try to survive this," he mumbled.

"We're not going to try, friend. We are going to survive this," even though he couldn't see it, I gave him a smile.

I turned my attention back to the elevator door. I had to think about this very carefully.

I have a crowbar in my backpack that I can use to pry the door open, but what about the zombies?

I turned to Pewds. "Pewds, I have a crowbar that can get the door open, but the zombies will devour us if we open it now. I think we should wait a while until it gets quiet."

"What about Coach and Rochelle?" he asked.

I had completely forgotten about them. Were they okay? Did they find a way downstairs? How will we get to meet up with the–

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud explosion coming from the room below us. I heard the gruesome sound of bodies exploding. Suddenly, the elevator door was being pried open by none other than Coach. I smiled at my new friend.

"How'd you get down here?" I asked him in an excited tone.

"We took the stairs. Now get your asses out of there," Coach said, holding a hand out for me to grab.

I grabbed Coach's hand and allowed him to help me out of the elevator. He put his hand back out to the elevator for Pewds and he grabbed onto it, slipping out of the elevator and landing on his feet. Suddenly, there were sparks coming from the elevator and the lights flickered off. The door closed and the sound of a fire roaring was coming from inside the elevator.

"At least we're not still in there," I thought out loud.

"I think you'd rather be in there, actually," Coach said with a nervous tone.

"What do you mean –" I turned around and saw the room was on fire. No wonder why it was so hot in here. The fire had even spread into the large hallway. But that wasn't the worst part… there were zombies screaming and running towards us – tons of them.

"Aw, shit…" I groaned and readied my silenced submachine gun.

"This way!" I heard Coach yell, running in the hallway to the right of the elevator.

Rochelle, Pewds, and I followed him down the hallway. I shot some zombies that were trying to get to us. The fire was getting really close to my skin and it was starting to get extremely difficult to breathe. I coughed loudly, trying to get the smoke out of my lungs. At least I wasn't on fire like last time. That was scary.

There was a desk blocking our way, but Coach jumped over it. Rochelle and Pewds were able to jump over it as well. As I put my foot on it to leap up, the wood gave in and my foot was stuck in the desk.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted, trying to free my leg. I looked back to my teammates who were running off.

"No! Don't leave me!" I shouted. I wanted to get out of here alive! I REFUSED to be a fried human snack for these monsters.

Suddenly, I saw them all turn around.

"Cry!" Pewds shouted, running towards me. He pushed away the zombies that were running towards him. Rochelle and Coach shot the zombies once they were pushed away by Pewds.

Pewds finally reached the desk and started coughing from the smoke in his lungs. He looked around and bent down to pick up something. When he came back up, I realized that he had a fire axe in his hand.

"Hey, be careful with tha–" Before I could finish my sentence, Pewds had already freed me from the desk.

"Thanks, bro," I smiled at him.

"Don't worry," Pewds coughed heavily, "about it, Cry."

"Let's get out of here," I said, taking his hand and running towards Coach and Rochelle. We had to get out of here really soon. I was starting to get dizzy and my coughing was almost uncontrollable.

Finally, we reached an entrance to a place that wasn't on fire. We all ran in, breathing in as much of the clean air as we could. Before I could get too comfortable, I spotted a charger rushing to us. I quickly pulled out my silenced submachine gun and fired away, killing the charger before it could attack us. I sighed of relief.

We ran into some type of lobby/hallway place and shot the zombies that were trying to attack us. Luckily, there weren't many zombies there, so we didn't waste all of our bullets.

"Over here!" I heard Coach shout.

I looked up to Coach to see him running into a room. I followed him into the room and what I saw shocked me. It was a zombie-free lounge area. The windows and any other doors were barricaded. I recognized this setting from the Left 4 Dead 2 game – it was a safe room! We made it!

"Pewds! Get in here!" I shouted, leaning my head out of the door.

I watched as Pewds quickly ran in. I moved my head out of the way just before he entered the room. Rochelle was right behind Pewds and she shut the door behind her. She secured the block on the door, making it impossible for any zombies to come in and attack us.

"I told you we were going to make it!" I said excitedly, facing Pewds.

"But we aren't outside yet," he responded.

My expression fell. Of course we hadn't made it all the way, but at least this was something! Why couldn't he just appreciate that?

I looked over to Rochelle and Coach grabbing some loot off of a table. I decided to join them. Without looking back at Pewds, I walked over to the table and grabbed some extra ammo and a fire axe.

Once I got my loot, I flopped down onto a nearby couch and sighed. My stomach let out a loud gurgle and I clutched it, my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. I was really hungry – I couldn't even remember the last time I ate!

"Is there, by chance, any food in here?" I asked, hoping someone would say yes.

"Nothing that won't make you just throw it back up again," I heard Coach chuckle.

I groaned and tilted my head back to rest against the top part of the couch. I wondered when (or if) we were ever going to find some food. I mean, we couldn't just starve here, right?

"I'm gonna hit the hay," I heard Rochelle yawn.

"Same here. We all need a good rest after this long day. We'll be safe in here, so don't worry. Goodnight," Coach said, going into a corner and sitting down against it. He laid his head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to go to sleep.

Rochelle laid down on a loveseat in the room and closed her eyes, snuggling into a decorative pillow. I looked at Pewds.

"You gonna go to sleep?" I asked him.

"I don't know, maybe. I'm getting kind of sleepy," Pewds yawned.

"Do you want to take the couch?" I asked, getting off of the couch.

"Nah, it's fine, bro. Don't worry about it."

"But you must be sore from all that running today. Don't you want a comfortable bed?"

"Yeah, I do, but you were there first."

"I'm just trying to be polite," I sighed, turning back to the couch. Maybe it was a pull-out couch?

I took the seat cushions off of the couch, which revealed a rectangular, folded up bedframe. Score.

I pulled out the bedframe and the couch "magically" turned into a bed.

"Tada! We have a bed now that we can both sleep in," I smiled at Pewds.

"We? As in we both sleep in the same bed?" Pewds asked.

"Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

I stared at Pewds for a few seconds before he let out a nervous laugh.

"Nah, I don't have a problem at all," he said, flopping down on the couch bed. "Good night!"

I sighed and lay down on the bed. "Good night."

I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. And surprisingly, I did just that.