An unfinished collection of stories (they are intended to tie together) please start at the bottom.

The Ritz (part II)

James had a job to complete if he was going to eat tonight but, he wondered, how many of his men would even live till dinner? The zombie corpses were ripped apart. That was nothing a gun could do. "Stick to formation" James said, "and just pray its not a bear" The Merc company moved slowly trying to make as little noise as possible.
Another scream came, higher and louder this time, and it was hungry. It made the company freeze in fear. They knew at that moment that none of them were getting out alive...

The Ritz

green goo stuck to the shoes of the Mercs. The Merc company had been hired to rid the Ritz Hotel of its Zombie infestation. it was a gory job but zombies were slow and the hotel spread them out. The Mercs were clearing the 5th floor when they herd a scream. they had no idea what made it but they didn't really care, it wasn't their job to care.
"This area's clear" James told his team, "lets move up a floor" James led his team to the stairs. on the next flight bodies littered the hall. James stared cautiously down the hall. Zombies didn't kill them selves and there were most definitely dead zombies. "form up men" James prayed to what ever twisted god created this world that the killer was human