Natalie had been staying in a motel recently in Washington, on the second floor she had heard a distinct sound. Laying in her bed, her blunt platinum bangs spread across her forehead. Her porcelain skin touching the white sheets. She blinked a few times , her make up still on. Only a light cherry gloss faded over time and eyeliner and eyeshadow. She hadn't been able to sleep, somthing was not right? She heard the faucet drip in the bathroom but felt bound to the bed. Wearing a white button-up shirt exposing her black lace bra and black short-shorts. She tip-toed out of her bed feeling as if she should have stayed when she turned on the lights and turned the knob. Looking around, nothing was out of place and there was nothing there. Until she heard a scream a few rooms down, she grabbed the bar from the closet which had fallen earlier when she opened the door. Her sapphire eyes aimed down and looked back up.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes to the alarm clock, it was 4:32 AM. What was going on? As she tip-toed to the door she peaked out the door a single eye. There was a quite crooked looking man dragging himself down the hall-way with a hazey blue eye and ill-looking skin. He seemed to have barely any hair and be wearing.. a suit? Why such clothing? She looked down and closed the door grabbing her purse and her bright red coat which was the only one she had brought with her. A short red double breasted coat that was tight around her hips. Unwisely she slid her black ankle-boots on, their little heel moving with her. As she ran down the hall in the opposite direction of the way the Zombie was running. She looked side to side when coming at a cross and decided to move down using the elevator like a moron thinking it would help her avoid them. She then saw a man with a baseball bat attacking a zombie over the clerk's desk.