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common fly.
    Feast and multiply, it scared me to imagine what would happen when they ran out of bodies.
    I knew one thing for certain, I’d rest and then I had to get out of the city as soon as possible. Not only was it overflowing with bodies, but it was a death trap. The diseases alone that carried with dead bodies was enough to set my sights on finding an exit solution.
    I looked down to Wilkes’ watch, it was near two PM. It took me hours to make it a mile or so. I had to hunker down. Maybe the next day’s light, would give me enough energy to find my way home.
    Or at least closer.
    There was a grand hotel, it used to be one of the city’s best and it sat near the river and was only two blocks from the edge of the bridge.
    It was easy to spot and didn’t seem damaged from behind. As I walked closer, I saw it was barricaded off. The streets around it blocked with those horses and rapidly erected fences.
    Keep out.
    Military personnel only.
    I didn’t see anyone though.
    Only bodies. More bodies, lots of bodies. Some weren’t even covered. Just tossed on top of each other outside the fences as if it were a garbage drop off point.
    As I crossed through the barricade of the hotel property, it was apparent that if for only briefly, it was some sort of military setup. Maybe a medical station.
    Tents and trucks were outside, and the main doors were open.
    Rows upon rows of cots were set up in the huge lobby, but there were no bodies on those cots. No blankets. Only remnants of illness left on the mattresses and a sour smell that filled the air.
    Taking refuge on a lobby couch was out of the question, they had been cleared out.
    But the gift shop was not. That made me happy.
    There were three shops in the lobby, untouched by looters, and one of them had clothing. Anything was better than what I wore. Setting down my duffle bag, I went into the shop.
    I was able to find some things, including underwear. The only thing I couldn’t find were shoes. At least shoes I could walk in. They had sandals, and flats, but I couldn’t see me click clacking my way down the barren streets. The boots weren’t going to cut it. I was in a hotel, there had to be something in there. There were tons of bodies outside; I quickly dismissed the idea of looking for shoes on one of them. Remembering how my hand sunk into flesh, I could only imagine what was going to be in those shoes.
    No, the hotel was my answer.
    I thought getting into the rooms would be difficult considering the keycard system, then Christine came to mind again. I made a mental note that I was going to try to find out what happened to her and her family.
    She had worked at a hotel for years and told me that all the keys systems were run on a triple ‘A’ battery system. There was also a master key for emergency workers. If I needed to, I’d look for that.
    I didn’t feel much like going through each room like Charlton Heston in Omega man. I only needed shoes. So, I headed behind the front desk into the offices located there.
    Something somewhere.
    But that was a bust. I checked every drawer, thinking some secretary or accounting clerk had an extra pair of shoes.
    My feet ached and I could feel my ankles hurting from the weight of the combat boots.
    I stopped for a moment, sat on the chair behind the front desk and took a second to think. It was funny because I could have just stopped, found a place to hunker down, read my magazine and relax, but I couldn’t until I found what I needed.
    After gathering my bearings, smoking a cigarette that caused me to cough with every puff, I ventured around the hotel.
    It was a hotel for crying out loud, I had to find what I need.
     
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    My original assessment of the hotel, being like the magazine, a gold mine, was correct. I didn’t have to go further than the first floor of the hotel.
    A simple walkthrough of the dark kitchen led me to a back hall that joined every cooking or catering department and eventually an employee