"Uh, haven't had a hangover like this since... high school I think? Ow," Alex said as he rose from his bed. He looked across the room to see his little sister still resting. Well, she wasn't little anymore, but to him, Cass would always be his little sister. Not wanting to wake her, he quietly went to the bathroom and found some ibuprofen to help his headache. As he was sipping a glass of water, he couldn't help but hear a faint scratching sound coming from outside their room. Again, he quietly moved across the room, this time toward the door. He looked through the peephole, but something was blocking it. He opened the door, only opening it a few inches since he had forgotten to unlock the top lock.

Suddenly, a decayed face appeared in the space between the door and the wall and an arm shot through the gap soon after. Alex jumped back, away from the walker, and looked at it for a few seconds, his mind trying to comprehend what was in front of him. He then jumped into action, running toward the Beretta in his suitcase while also shouting for Cassandra to wake up. He came back toward the door and pointed the handgun at the walker's head. "Back away from the door or I will fire! I'm giving you to the count of three! Three... two... one!" He readjusted his aim and shot a single bullet at the walker's knee cap. It fell on its now injured knee, but kept trying to get in anyway. "It's not even human," Alex said before firing another shot at its head, killing it. He then turned around toward Cassandra. How much had she seen?