A wall of zombies

Upon arriving in sight of the Old Rooster hotel you see the shambling mass of bodies surrounding the perimeter, many of which are banging on the main doors of the old building. You slow to a stop at the crest of a small hill on the road, the surrounding infected apparently oblivious to the glinting box of metal you are parked in.

You park the car a little to the side of the road, take a crowbar from the back and leave it locked as you leave. With the cold metal in hand you jog down the road towards the hotel before slowing down as you can hear the groans, growls and bangs of the infected trying to break in. You cut through the surrounding forest and check around the building for an easier way inside. Surprisingly the back of the building is clear with only a couple of infected heading down the sides.

Not wanting to pass such an open opportunity you head down the small slope at the treeline and into the small employee car park at the back before cautiously approaching the hotel's rear. You climb the few steps up to the back door and try the handle. Locked. You let out a quiet sigh and slide the crowbar into the door frame. With ease you burst the door open, hopefully not too loudly.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you scan the room and find a pans on the side to keep it propped shut. Shiny equipment covers the room from cookers to sinks, you're in the hotel's kitchen. Still there's no sign of human life, or any life, within the building so you creep through the open doorway and into a dinning hall. Tables covered in cloths, flowers and utensils sit sporadically around the room. A room with wide open windows facing the main road outside with the infected bumping into occasionally.

Their messed up faces, jerky movements and ruined clothing... These are the remnants of their former self. Not like it helps me any to dwell... You push the thoughts aside and press on towards the other open doorway that leads to the reception. You can hear the banging and growls before you even see the door at the foot of the stairs. The shadows of faces plaster the frosted glass on the upper half of the main doors. The door is barred shut by some tables and chairs that look very similar to the ones in the previous room.

You take a quick look behind the reception desk for your aunt's room number. 'Room 14'. With ten rooms per floor she should be two floors up as there aren't any bedrooms on the bottom floor. With nothing else of interest behind the desk you take to the stairs. The sounds of the infected by the door fade away as you climb the steps, soon the only thing you can hear is yourself.

Making your way to her floor you decide it's far enough from the ground to speak now. "Hello?" You call out. "Is anybody still here?" Silence is your answer. You press on, you have to make sure. Besides, who would block the front door and lock the back door if they left? Getting closer to your aunt's room you faintly hear a soft step from behind. Either they are far away or-

"Hiyah!" A deep, booming voice cries out suddenly as the steps stomp down on the ground. Sneak attack! With only a moment to react you...