Sitting on the steps, Mark took deep breaths trying to calm his nerves. He looked down on both his hands and body and saw various glass pieces embedded into his flesh.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly moved his shaky right hand and gripped onto a glass piece in his left hand's backside. Slowly removing the piece, blood oozed out of the flesh. His right hand was too shaky as it slipped, leaving the glass once again.

He tried to calm the right hand through gripping once and relaxing it again, After twice, the hand became calmer although it shook a bit.

He bought it back slowly onto the same piece and gripped it once again. He grits his teeth, trying to not shout in pain. Slowly pulling it out, he set it aside.

Mark immediately took out cotton from the bag he had and some alcohol he stored in it before. He found these on the 13th floor while searching for food and never thought he would use it this quickly.

Dabbing some alcohol onto the cotton, he slowly bought it over to the spot and kept on it. He could feel his fleshing burning as pain struck once more. He could hear a slight hiss from it as the alcohol worked.

Keeping it in that place, he continued to pick out another glass piece on the arm. Slowly taking all the pieces out of both his arms, he noticed there were 8 places he got stabbed. Both his arms were covered with cotton and could not help but feel some good on how his smooth skin will now have some manly touch to it.

He then checked over the rest of his body and found some more glass pieces on his feet and abdomen. He felt lucky none were on his face. After slowly treating the rest of the wounds, he stood up and made his way up. He noticed how much it hurt when he tried to desert more pressure on his hands.

He slowly reached the door to the 15th floor. He bent down and peeked through space under the door to get a view of the zombies inside. He could 4 pairs of legs and understood there were only 4 zombies in the hallway.

He slowly stood up once more and tried to feel his hands better and get accumulated with the pain he receives. After getting used to the pain, he stretched his already sore muscles to get some flexibility. He never thought he would regret not taking all the gym classes throughout his schooling period.

When he was done, he slowly opened the door and peeked inside to find out the exact location of the zombies. The closest zombie to him was only a few inches away from him with its back faced towards him.

The rest were small, but he understood that if he would kill the first zombie, this would easily attract the rest of the zombies in the hallway. Deciding to go straight for the kill, Mark took out the machete and slowly crouched down, making his way towards it.

As he reached it, he immediately slashed its head off and as the body of the zombie slowly fell on the ground with its head flying in the air. The rest of the zombies noticed Mark and ran towards him. Mark immediately changed his weapon back to a rod and slowly walked towards them.

The first zombie lunged at him going for his head and Mark could successfully side-step, dodging it. He noticed the other two zombies coming at a time with their arms wide and some distance between them. He immediately ducked, trying to dodge them in time.

He immediately stood up and turned around, swinging the rod sideways. He smacked the head of the zombie to the right before it could even turn around. As it received a heavy blow from the rod, the zombie fell down.

The one on the left turned around but was struck again by another shot from the rod right at its nape. The zombie fell down and Mark looked up to notice the first zombie already back on its feet. He gripped the rod tighter and ran towards it. The zombie did not stay idle either and also ran swaying its arms at Mark.

As they both almost made contact, Mark ducked once again and swung the rod at its head, using the moment as he got back up immediately. The zombie fell down after the heavy blow to its head. Mark slowly took out the machete and sliced off all three heads just to be sure.

After finishing the work, he slowly reached the end of the hallway. He peeked a bit and noticed there were 8 zombies in the lobby. The number was way more than the time he went down and the reason was the stairs on the other side of the lobby. The stairs were filled with zombies and some of them came into the lobby.

The only thing that came to his mind was another distraction. It should be enough to grab the attention of at least five to six of the zombies there. At his present state, there was no way he could fight against 8 of them. The fatigue and pain were already too much for him to handle.