Columbus and Tallahassee entered the house. It was in surprisingly good condition—no rotting furniture, no zombies in the living room. Columbus was scanning the area when something softly brushed against his leg. He looked down.

“A cat...?” He muttered, bending down to pick it up. The animal began to purr in his arms.Tallahassee looked at them suspiciously.

“What the hell is a cat doing here?” He asked, his voice more nervous than interested.Columbus shrugged, petting the creature. “I have no idea... but it’s damn cute.”

They were both watching the cat when there was a soft click—someone was loading a gun. Tallahassee’s eyes narrowed. Columbus slowly turned around, still holding the kitten in his arms. You were standing there. The barrel of the gun was pointed straight at them.