Who: Stiles and Open What: Last night was the time for freaking out. Today is the time for action. Where: Beginning in the elevator, spilling out into the lobby. When: Wednesday morning. Warnings: Prescription drug abuse.
The very sad truth was, the whole situation was making him sort of freak out. He liked to think he would be calm in the face of horrors like some people, but Stiles was a little bit of a spaz. After he checked into his room and ate one of the chocolate bars in that bag the guy... actually, now that Stiles thought about it, he couldn't remember a thing about the guy except for the sunglasses, which meant basically he could've been the dude from CSI: Miami and Stiles would never know. But he had given him this bag with a bunch of stuff in it, like a room key and a book about killing zombies. And Stiles had just thought it was a book, until, turned out, there actually were zombies.
He'd spent a year coming to terms with werewolves, and he felt like he could handle those. He'd almost welcome the sight of one - not completely wolfed out, mind you, but maybe some comforting golden eyes glowing off in the darkness somewhere. Zombies were different. You didn't have friends who just happened to turn into zombies every now and then. There were just zombies who wanted to eat you all the time, and that was all they were.
Stiles had tried to sleep all night, but rest hadn't really found him. He popped a few of his very small supply of Adderall - and what life was going to be like when the remaining eighteen pills were gone was anybody's guess, but his concentration was going to be crap - and tucked the bottle securely in his bag before heading out the door. He didn't have his inhaler, so he was kind of screwed if he had to run anywhere or if he started to freak out again like last night. Keep it calm, Stilinski.
It was time to explore this hotel, find the place to trade his voucher for a gun, and figure out what the hell was going on. Maybe he'd get lucky and he'd find Scott, or Allison. Or Lydia, if there was a god. Hell, he'd even settle for Derek at this point, or Jackson. Or Danny. Or anyone from home except for his Chemistry teacher. Then he wouldn't feel so alone.
Elevator. Stiles figured the first floor was a good place to start so he hit that button and waited as he slowly descended to the lobby.