Gaty was currently walking up the creaky floorboards of the stairs in the hotel while the rest of her team were already outside fending off for themselves. She was fiddling with her fingers with a mixture of nervousness yet determination in the zombie apocalypse but somehow she didn’t care about anything of it apart from Two. She first saw them infected while they were on the ceiling standing the other way around which was.. uncanny, and concerning she couldn’t do anything else but worry of them and had to immediately get to them especially from how strong their friendship is she is pretty protective of them in any situations close to this. As she reached the top of the layer, she stopped in her tracks her eyes darting from left to right taking in the eery dark sequence of the hallway in the hotel. As she looked around still a little nervous but determined she jolted with a soft gasp escaping her before she covered her mouth — was that a whisper she heard ? It sounded like.. Two almost . . By their voice was so deep, so .. wispy and mysterious it sounded nothing like Two— but she knew it could’ve been them. As she called out to them questionably not really knowing if it was them or not, they offered her to come into the dark room. Hesitantly after she thought about it she took a step forward into the room and began to walk inside with shaky uneven steps. As she reached the middle of the therapeutic room she used to have sessions with Two in — but, the pink sofa was a bit scratched and ripped up as she eyed it — but.. she saw a figure sitting in the middle of it. She slowly and hesitantly looked up to her surprise it was Two. They looked so different yet so .. familiar.. they were in their usual black suit, their black loafers.. their leg usually crossed over the other. . but their skin was a sicker green.. and their face looked different, more sickly but still like them.. their green ponytail that hung over their shoulder — everything but. Why did they look so different?

“ T-Two?. Is that really you ? “