Should I live? Or Should I survive? [Part 2]

A group of zombies, about four of them began pounding on the door. Yet the chair managed to keep them at bay for just a little while. Albert cursed, he should of opened the vents first. Albert remembered the locker. He ran up to it and pushed it down. The locker tumbled over and blocked the door, the ocker crashed open to reveal a set of knives. Albert knew it would only hold for so long. Albert swooped up the set of knives and ran to the vent. Albert took one one knife and used it to pry open the vent cap. Once it was open Albert put away the knife and hoisted himself up. He placed the vent cap back into position and began crawling away.

After a few minutes of crawling through the vents Albert saw another vent cap. This time it was over a room. Albert went over to the vent cap and pushed a bit of weight on it. The cap was strong enough to hold him. Albert looked through the vent cap to see what was in the room...

Two zombies, Albert sighed. "Maybe I can keep going through the vents...." whispered Albert to himself. He took the ventilation schematic that he found in the maintenance room. He looked over the large piece of paper. It seemed that up ahead was a dead end. The best option was to enter the room. According to the map another ventilation shaft should be in a room at the end of the hallway. Albert was going to take out the zombies.

He got on the ventilation cap and let out a shout. "Oi baaaakaaaaa!" The zombies walked towards the sound of Albert's voice. Just when Albert was about to execute his plan, he started hallucinating once again....Albert saw his face the zombies....His reflection on the zombies grinned as if taunting Albert. Instead of waiting till both zombies where directly under, Albert slammed down on the cap. Albert fell down with the cap at his feet, he used it like a battering shield an stomped on the zombies skull smashing it to bits. Albert stumbled back and and landed on his back. The other Zombie then took this opportunity to attack. Albert tried to get up but slipped due to the blood of the fallen zombie. Right before the zombie could rip out Albert's throat. Albert pulled out a knife and drove it deep into the zombies skull. Albert clenched the handle so hard that it snapped away from the blade. The zombie slumped over Albert and ceased to move.

Albert caught sight of two walkers head towards his direction, they must have heard the commotion caused by Albert last confrontation. There was no avoiding it, Albert would need to mobilize and eliminate the targets. Since it was a hallway fighting in a cramped up space would prove to be difficult. Fighting in the room would make little no difference. The door seemed to be the only exit, however Albert would just end up facing the walkers. Albert paused and thought for a moment. After climbing through the vents, chances where was that he was at the third floor. Albert looked around, there was a window. Albert rushed over to it and opened it. One the side was a ledge and a small niche that Albert could hold himself onto the hotels walls. However one mistake would mean the fall. Judging from the height, the fall would seriously injure him or even worse kill him.

The walkers where almost at the room, Albert decided to place his bet on his plan. Albert got up and inched his way to the gap on the hotels wall. Once there Albert waited....The zombies entered the room. Albert let out a whistle, one of the zombies slowly approached the window. It peeked it's head out, Albert then took a knife and lashed out and stabbed the blade deep into the zombies forehead. The zombie took a few steps back, the knife didn't go deep enough. Albert cursed, he put another knife in his mouth and grabbed hold onto the upper ledge. He then sung himself in the room towards the zombie he had just stabbed. Albert swung his whole weight and kneed the knife deeper into the Zombies skull. The zombie fell down defeated, Albert's landing was a fluke. He fell down hard, hitting his back of his head.

Albert clenched his teeth, for a brief moment he saw white dots floating around. The other zombie then took this chance to lurch forward. Albert scurried backwards, he took out another knife. The Zombie them attacked. Albert waited, and at the last moment drove the knife into the zombies mouth. The zombie stumbled backwards, This gave Albert the chance to get up. Albert then grabbed the dent vent cap that he had used earlier and threw it with all his might. The vent cap impaled itself deep into the zombies chest. Albert was running out of energy, his lungs where burning. Albert was never really good at fighting head on, sure his cheap stealthy tricks usually worked but when it came to a crunch time like this Albert would always find himself in a tight spot.

Albert quickly went over to the previously slain zombie, he yanked the already dull blade out of its skull and ran straight at the battered zombie. With a final attack Albert jumped up and drove the knife into the zombies skull with all his might. Albert fell back exhausted with barely enough energy just to escape. Albert looked around and found some super glue in one of the pockets of the newly slain zombies. Albert could see that the zombie was defeated but chances where if there where more zombies, they would have heard the commotion...  

Albert got up and slowly made his way down the hallway... Just a matter of time now.... Albert pushed forward. That's when He came a cross an open room. It was a large open space, Albert went inside. Just as he stepped through the door two zombies came up from the stairs at the end of the hallway. Albert quickly grabbed a chair and barricaded the door. He went to a table and dragged it over to the door and used it reinforce the make shift barricade. Albert then went and grabbed the curtains from the giant windows and tied them to tie the twin doors handle together keeping it shut. For a moment Albert was safe...however he knew that the door wouldn't last forever...

Albert fell down, wheezing, his body nearly at his limit. He was traveling alone for sometime already....It had been nearly two weeks since he had seen his friend.... Albert looked up only to see a dusty black piano standing alone on an empty stage. The large room must have been where extravagant parties where held.... and the grande piano was just a little accessory to the forgotten atmosphere..... For some odd reason his whole body was compelled to reach the piano...it was as if it was waiting for him.....Albert got up, his body still weary and beaten......Yet he found himself sitting on the bench in front of the dust stained white and black keys.....Albert reached out and used his finger to press one of the lower keys in the piano.....it rang out...sad...lost....yet at the same time so deep......Albert closed his eyes....exhausted, all he wanted to do was to to play the piano.....he knew he sucked at it but...more than anything he wanted to play....he knew it would be irrational.....he knew it would just alert the undead...... it was irrational.....but Albert disregarded all sanity and just began to play.....the song......

At first Albert began pressing random keys, as if trying to remember the notes to a long forgotten song. One note would be too sharp next note would be flat... It was simply as mess... A huge train wreck. Yet some how Albert kept searching and searching for the right notes. The piano, ironically was till in tune, it was just Albert's playing was off....The undead pounding at the door attracted to the sour notes....Despite all this.....Albert had forgotten where he was....He didn't care...It was just him, the piano and a set of memories that refuse to be forgotten....

More zombies had heard the poundings of the door. They rushed up and continued to smash on the doors. The Barricade was barely holding up. Yet Albert sat there....he fingers stopped playing....His eyes still closed, his mind still lost the multitude of memories.....