Time stood still, a patient stone in the center of a field. Thick smoke breathed through the crack of the door. Jennifer was stunned and keen. The only noise she could hear was distant moaning, some hard hands against glass, soft thudding and sharp cracks. The burning tobacco crackled and wheezed, her lips popped slightly when she moved them. Then she noticed something.<br/><br/>No one had screamed. The zombies were still just collecting, not searching. Soft hands against glass; 'the windows haven't broken!' Her eyes opened wide and she nearly coughed. She cast her cigarette away and put it out. She had been wasting time. They were alive. Everyone in the lobby and the police she never got to meet. She scurried out of the closet and hid from the light as best as she could. The window was still open, the wind blowing in smelt awful and rusty. Her trusted closet pole was near by, but not in hand. Her course of action was frighteningly unclear. She put her face right up to the window and looked about with nervous speed. None of the dead were near. The cop car and Abbie's old truck were outside along with the rest of the vehicles. She was petrified, and unable to move. Then a plan occurred to her rapidly.<br/><br/>She hurried through her bag and pulled out three lighters. Then she gripped the bed sheet and ripped it into multiple shreds. She found one shred of fabric especially appealing and held on to it, casting the rest of the blanket away. Her eyes scanned quickly, there was no danger at hand yet. Jennifer wrapped one of the lighters in the fabric and set it on the ground. She set her heel above, and then lifted it. She couldn't bring it down, it would be too loud, and if she missed she'd have to try it again. A second thought, she decided not to stomp on the lighterblanket, but rather crush it with the bed.<br/><br/>Carefully, she set the lighter under the bedpost. She opened her legs and straddled the corner of the mattress, wiggling to settle in, she was carefully preparing. Then she dropped her hips and lifted her legs. 'Cre-ack!' She smiled and dropped off of the bed to examine her job. The lighter was broken, and the butane inside was spilling on to the old bed spread. She repeated the process once, crushing the second lighter with as much ease as the first. Still with one lighter, Jennifer grabbed all of her strange belongings and twisted toward the door.<br/><br/>With grace and extreme patience, she allowed the door to open, there were no zombies directly in her vision, so most everything seemed right to her. Her fear had evaporated and she was outside before she had time to think about how bad of an idea it was. There was still pounding on the glass, moaning and choking, coughing and demonic laughter. A chill worked it's way through her spine. She crouched and sprinted toward Abbie's giant truck. She knelt near the back tire. She was hidden from the north and south by vehicles parked close together. The left and right, she checked with haste, there were no zombies in view, and more importantly, she wasn't in the view of any zombies. She chose the old truck because it probably wouldn't have a locked gas tank, she opened the tank and was relieved with her decision.<br/><br/>Jennifer worked fast. The bedspread was shoved in the gastank like a molotov, her closet pole helped in that venture. She prayed for luck, and brought an ignited lighter up to the fabric. It ignited instantly and Jennifer sprinted away back toward her room. She hustled for about four seconds, it seemed like no time at all. She'd gotten to the sidewalk when the gas inside the tank ignited, then in a split second the rest of the truck caught the blaze and a loud explosion echoed through motel parking lot. Jennifer felt the blast and was sent about five feet through the air to her left.<br/><br/>She was in too much shock to look around herself for safety, her closet pole was still in hand, her ears were ringing and her knee was flaring up. She was close to a set of steps, her door seemed miles away. She'd left her bag inside, her cigarettes were there. How could she have forgotten her cigarettes.