It was a heavy and lonely night. Only the zombies outside the Oasis Hotel remained lively. As the sun began to rise, these creatures finally quieted down. Although three people had died, due to the exhaustion and fright they'd experienced throughout the day, plus the excessive tension they'd been under, they were able to relax now that they were safe. Everyone fell into a deep sleep.
This was Room 1108, everyone unanimously decided the twelfth floor was cursed with bad luck, steadfastly refusing to choose any suites on that level anymore. Tang Zheng didn't mind, but he also didn't want to stay with the rotting Nazi zombies corpses, having had enough of their pungent smell of blood.
