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to be somewhere else. Go hide in the bathroom back there. No point in both of us being in harm’s way. Besides, I have the gun, you don’t.”
    “Okay! Good luck!” she yelled, as she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
    The banging and cracking sounds at the door continued and Luke could almost see the hallway through the broken door. He grabbed the desk, threw it down on the floor, and turned it top-side toward the door to use as a shield. Luke crouched down behind the desk and leaned his forearm on the edge to help steady the gun and provide better aiming. He squatted there for a few seconds with the hammer cocked, aiming at the door, watching it further splinter apart with each hit. Everything seemed to slow down around him as he waited and watched, until eventually the door completely blew apart from the repeated pummeling.
    With nothing standing in its way, the creature came running in. Once in the room, it jumped into the air as if it was trying to hurdle the table Luke had thrown down to use as cover. Maybe it was adrenaline helping, but Luke was able to react quickly and aim at the now airborne creature. He pulled the trigger and the gun kicked like a mule.

Chapter 13
     
    “Jesus H. Christ, what is all the noise,” asked Walter. “I’m trying to get some damn sleep here.”
    He reached over and switched on the lamp next to the bed. He picked up his glasses from the desk and put them on. He was an older retired man in his mid-70s and had bad cataracts. Without his glasses, there was no way he would be able to see the phone to dial the front desk, which is exactly what he intended to do.
    “The amount of money I’m paying to this hotel,” he complained as he dialed the phone, “I shouldn’t have to put up with this crap.”
    “Hello. Front Desk. Lou speaking. How can I help you?”
    “Hi Lou. This is Walter, upstairs in room 415. Some inconsiderate jerks are making a ton of noise up here. All kinds of banging noises and yelling going on up here.”
    “I apologize, Sir. Why don’t you come down to the front desk and we’ll get you set up with a new room?”
    “Damn right you will. I’ll be right down,” said Walter, as he slammed down the phone.
    Walter put on his slippers and then opened the door to his room. Once the door was open, the banging noise ceased. Out in the hallway, he looked both directions but was unable to find the source of the noise. This angered him even more because he was really looking into giving that rude noisemaker a piece of his mind.
    He turned and began walking down the hallway toward the elevator, when he heard a loud bang from up ahead. This was a different noise than before, and having spent a considerable number of years in the military, he recognized it immediately as a large caliber handgun. When he looked up to the location of the sound, he saw a large black dog-like animal scurry out of a room up ahead. The animal then stumbled across the hallway and knocked up against the wall. It shook its head and then staggered off down the hall and around a corner, out of sight.
    From the door that the animal had exited, a younger man holding a gun appeared, probably trying to determine where the animal had gone.
    The young man turned his head toward Walter and yelled, “Hey you!”
    That young man with the gun must have been the one making all the racket earlier, so Walter suddenly decided that he would not be giving anyone a piece of his mind after all. He didn’t know why he was shooting at the dog, or if he intended to shoot at someone or something else next. Scared, Walter turned and ran back down the hallway away from the man with the gun, heading toward the stairwell instead of the elevator.
    Bursting through the stairwell doors, Walter hurried down the stairs as fast as his elderly legs could take him. After descending two of the four flights of stairs, he encountered a huge pool of blood near the door for the second floor. Carefully avoiding the mess,