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Maddeline woke up from a near dead sleep, no pun intended, to the smell of smoke. Close, very close, but weak. She stepped out of bed slowly, her small revolver in hand, and crept out the door. The hotel was in rough shape, but had enough light from he windows to slightly brighten the hall. The coast was clear, and Maddeline followed the smell down the hall, stepping over the small bits of rubble and chucks of bone left from someone who tried to take refuge here too early. Maddeline took no notice to the people hunched over along the hall as they mad no movements or sounds. She hoped they were either sleeping or dead, with more hope on the latter. She knew it would have been a hot spot, and a kill zone for the first 48 hours that had passed already. The place had all the seemingly "safe" features, barred windows, several locks, and several places to hide, but that just drew in more and more people. Maddeline stopped at the door where the smell grew strong, and some what sweet. The door handle made a slight *Click* noise when pressed down, but was heavy enough that it didn't creak when Maddeline entered. Inside, she saw a white male on the bed, younger then her and roughly 16, she thought. From their, Maddeline walked to the bed, and lighly felt the kid's forehead, gun inches from his skull. He had no fever, but several small scratches, which could have been caused by anything, so she took no chances, and decided to watch him for the night. Maddeline poured a dirty glass half way with fresh water, and set it on the end table, for the kid to have when he wakes up, if he wakes up. She then sat on the now frozen steel box heater on the wall, keeping a hand on the revolver and watching the bed, she wouldn't take that chance of him waking up as anything other then human. "You better pray you don't kick around in your sleep." Maddeline said under her breath, at a volume even she could hardly hear.

"Good thing you spoke, I usually kill bastards who trip over themselves like that." Maddeline replied from the corner of the room, the only light coming in was from between the closed blinds, and was only shining on her small .40 caliber, leaving her face in the complete dark. Maddeline gestured to the candle which was now cold "The can smell those, you know." She remarked, her thick Northern Michign accent, which was vaguely Southern, spoke to him as if he was a child, which, he kind of was. "Drink up, that bag of your's didn't have much in it." Maddeline told him, droping the bag from the heater, which she'd already gone through. Proactive looting, she called it. Maddeline put her revolver down, knowing he wasn't a threat. She stepped down from the heater into the sunlight, while the torn, and some what bloody cowboy hat still blocked the blazing sun. "So, when do you plan on checking out of the Hotel?"

"Maddeline." She said, shaking his hand. Grew up in the city, she deduced by the lack of scarring on his hands. "Did you bring anyone with you or know anyone here? We need to move, and those people in the hall are going to atract more with their crying." Maddeline asked him. She had little sympathy for people who just sat crying and praying. She pulled the string to open up the blinds, casting the sun's full glare into the room. "If you know anyone here, we can pool our supplies and take one of those vehicles. You pick, I'll open it up." Maddeline told him, pointing out an unmarked van, an old RV, a Ford truck, and a '90s Cadillac. "Take notice of the six shuffling characters out in the parking lot along side the cars." Maddeline said, pointing out the undead while putting on her messanger bag, and walking to the other side of the room to put the glass back in her bag.