Approximately two hours had passed since we'd first entered the Whitesun Hotel, and we were still deep in the grueling process of clearing it floor by floor.
Maybe two hours was excessive time for what we were doing—I honestly wasn't sure. Perhaps it would have seemed long to an outside observer, especially considering that people with supernatural abilities like myself, Sydney, Rachel, and Cindy were handling the majority of the dangerous work. Our enhanced speed, strength, and reflexes should theoretically allow us to move through the building much faster than normal humans could manage.
But unfortunately, the reality of clearing wasn't just about rushing through hallways and killing whatever Infected we happened to stumble across. It was a painstaking process that required extreme attention to detail and couldn't be rushed without risking dangerous consequences.
