Stuck in a meat locker, locked with the stench of meat, animal or otherwise -- it was gross either way. The cold air lingered in the atmosphere, the uncomfortableness in every corner prominent no matter how hard you may have impossibly attempted to get comfortable in there. The possible upside was that you were not alone, albeit for more negative reasons, it offers an advantage.

Well, that was until Larry had clutched his chest with haste and inevitably fell to the cold floors. That only made more horrid problems arise for the group of survivors, ones with countless endings, none seeming to conclude in their favour. Time was ticking either way too fast or far too slow, it was impossible to tell in these conditions -- but the end point was that there was short time before Larry rose once more as the undead.

It was a gruesome ultimatum, but it was either crush his head now or later, panic rising in the locker the more seconds that passed by. Yet outside those walls, someone was getting quite tired of all the ruckus audible from down there, Andy. It was easy to ignore at first, until it got progressively louder and more irritating. What could possibly be going on in there?

With a sharp huff and a sequence of his gun, Andy made his way to the occupied meat locker with heavy footsteps and a hint of exasperation. His fingers unconsciously tightened around the weapon, his jaw taut as he stiffly pushed open the hefty door to the locker. "What is-" he began to gruffly interrogate, the words dying on his tongue as his dark coloured gaze landed on the body on the floor.

Andy's lips pursed into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing as his shoulders stiffened up slightly. Despite the inevitable outcome of many more deaths, he didn't exactly anticipate this of all things. "What the hell happened in here?" He eventually scoffed out, his short, brunette hair brushed by the wind as he hesitantly took a short step further into the cold chill of the meat locker.