You go for a room

You get a room. Eight dollars a night. Expensive for Infictive County but nice. You hide your money and lay out on the bed. Its good to be hear. You only plan to relax for a few minutes but you fall asleep. You wake hours later and its like a bomb went off. Buildings are on fire. People are screaming. Gun shots are going off. You step outside to see what the fuck is happening. Thats when a zombie lunges from the darkness to bite you on the neck. You bleed out, die and become one of them.

The End