Vincent Faye Montgomery - Room 120

It has been a long night and Vincent wants to take a nice hot shower, drink some tea, and get some good rest before tackling on the task at hand in the morning. Since power has returned to the city, it will probably much easier for Vincent for then on. Since it is almost dawn the zeds would probably be less scarce at night fall. Vincent would walk up the steps of the tower, and he is currently on the second floor. What a drag… I didn’t know that there are about eighty floors up on this tower!? A mellow sigh escapes from his lips. So, Vincent climbed on the third floor as it is his destination. There, he walks along the balcony to find his room: room number 120. Now, where is it? Ah! There! He thought as Vincent found his own room. He kneels down in front of the welcome carpet as he grab the carpet, and finds a spare key underneath the carpet. He basically hides his spare key for his own reason. That is, if he had lost the original key to this place. He places his spare key in the lock as he turns it clockwise, unlocking the door. He moves the key from the lock and places the spare key back under the welcome carpet. He stands up fully and straight as he places his hand on the door knob. He opens the door as he steps inside his room before he closes the door behind him.

He walks to the bathroom as he takes out his combat knife from the holster, and takes out the rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet. He pours some of the alcohol on the knife to get rid of the remaining residue. He then cleans his knife with a fresh white cloth. He places his knife back in the holster as he walks from the bathroom to his room. He sits down at the edge of the bed as he pulls out a wooden box from under the bed. He opens it to reveal some 9mm clips for his Baretta. He takes out his gun and picks up a fresh clip from the box. He slides the clip into the gun, fully reloaded gun ready to dish out some damage from the get go. He places the gun on top of the counter next the bed. A mellow sigh escapes from his lips, “When will this be over.. Shoot, this has been one hell of a ride, and I feared that this is not over yet.” He would take off his shirt and tosses it to the side as he would stand himself up and walks over to the bathroom once more. He takes off his pants and boxers and step into the shower so that Vincent could take a nice hot shower.

After twenty minutes of showering, he steps out of the shower before he turns off the water. He walks to the bedroom before picking up a fresh white towel from the towel rack. He begins to dry himself off as he would walk to the closet and picks up a new sets of clothes from the closet. He places them on top of the bed as he would put on his boxers and his black pants. He buckles up his belt as he would look around the bedroom as if he heard something. However, it was just his imagination running wild. So, He sits down on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath to calm himself from the tension of being a junior detective.