Remember this; we died an extravagantly horrible, spectacular death. There is really nothing to regret. The holiday was a good plan all along.

I realized that my eyes start to get blurry as bites of her petite mouth start to hollow out my neck, jagging nerves and veins that God had applied as should. There is nothing that can be done. My wife, I see also has already been succumbed by the mountain that is horrendous living corpses, ready to take a bite out of everything that moves.

No, she is still alive. She crouches out. She is moving. She is starting to stand, wiggly at first but she manages to balance out. She jumps out to me with mouth opened wide. Teeth showing like no one in the world cares.

We had not considered that someday we would see the sight of our daughter to be like this, ripped apart by undeads, soaked in blood, her eyes red and a bite out of her leg, dead. People say the most horrible thing a child can do to his or her parents is to die before them. It is.

For some millisecond I can say for sure that everything pauses, not moving and silent and all. Then she still got yanked out like nobody’s business.

But they got her. They most certainly do as I lose my grip on her little hand. Turns out one of the rotting hands succeeded in getting his way inside the room.

I told my wife to stay put behind the door, that way no one of them could get in. She cried, but the swarm did not let that be a reason for them to stop. We had just met our child again and that could only mean we need to try harder to survive.

I used all of my power to bash the corpses’ head in, screaming words I had hoped never could my child hear from me. But this is an emergency. This is the very moment that I need all the things in life which could accelerate my adrenaline to the point of no return. I tightened my fist on her little hands swearing to never let go again.

She got in, but not with the very same man who had brought her to us. He got engulfed by the horde of pale-skinned dead men we wished we did not meet. No time for generous concern, the rest of the deads have already seen us and charged their way in.

We cannot get out. We can only wait for them to clear their way in themselves. If we get out of the room, there would be no other safe place to go.

My daughter screamed to us as the elevator opens. Turns out they already are here, but they brought company we had hoped not being there at all. Three or four were even already coming to us.

In our surprise I whacked him back to dead. I hoped he is for we cannot check him for it neither to afford to move him back outside for it is very dangerous. I shouted at my wife to keep her eyes on the body at all time.

A bell boy already dead suddenly wakes up. He turned similar to those outside.

A police was with my daughter and they are moving up the skyscraper to us. She was playing by herself down on the beach by the time we realized there is this outbreak.

The condition now is that we are somewhere high up a sky-scraping hotel, in a nice room which was supposed to be the huge relaxing room we rented that would deem our usual living quarter to be very poorly designed. Yet again, it has now been a little bathed in blood.

What we had not thought out of the God-forsaken plan to take a break out of our daily life was that there would be an outbreak of living corpses near where we are supposed to calm our nerves. The holiday was supposed to be a very good plan.

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