"It doesn't seem to be coming from this floor," I said after Rachel and I had conducted a rapid sweep of the ninth floor.
The checking process had been extremely cursory, barely more than jogging through the corridors and glancing into rooms with open doors rather than the methodical, thorough clearing we'd been doing before. We simply didn't have time for proper procedure when investigating an active threat.
We'd encountered two Infected inside one of the rooms, former hotel guests based on their clothing—but we'd dispatched them quickly with minimal effort before continuing our search. Christopher and the others would handle a more detailed second pass of this floor eventually when they worked their way up here during the normal clearing progression.
For now, Rachel and I moved immediately to the tenth floor, taking the stairs two at a time.
