Alan lowered the microphone and started helping pack the equipment back into the van. The cameraman, Mike Snow, said, "I'm gonna check on David. I'll meet you at the bar before dinner, Ok?" As he finished packing, Alan replied, "Sure, I've got to talk to the officer in charge of this area for our next story. See you then." Alan shouldered his reporter's bag with pens, paper, camera and digital audio recorder and walked off toward the military checkpoint. Mike took the van the four blocks back to the hotel and parked it in the front of the street. He got out and hit the lock button on the remote as he went in. He stopped at the desk to check for messages but no one answered his call. He liked to stop at the desk because seven out of ten times there was a cute girl working. Never failed. With no one around, he hopped on the elevator and got off on eight. He walked passed his own door and used an extra key to open the door of David Frazier's room. When the three of them worked together, which was often, each carried an extra key for the other's rooms. This was in case someone overslept in a drunken stupor, which also happened often. Mike entered slowly, not wanting to wake David if he was sleeping. Instead he saw his producer and friend standing by the window. Mike walked up beside him as the door snicked shut. "How you feeling, David?" He asked as he stepped up next to him. He did a double take as David turned to face him. David's skin was deathly pale and his cheeks and eyes were sunken. His eyes were circled around the iris with a brightness bordering on luminiscent. David opened his mouth but all that emerged was a strangled groan. Mike was horrified but fear rooted him in place. This was David after all. His friend of a hundred cities and a thousand bars. They'd faced college co-eds and terrorist AK-47's together, so Mike was completely taken by surprise as David cum Walker sank his teeth into his neck.
When Alan walked in the room later that evening, he was also surprised.
At lunchtime the next day, they were roaming the halls of the eighth floor together, just as they had once roamed the Rue Bourbon during Mardi Gras, prowling for flesh.