There was an musical apocalypse. There was some blue goo stuff that caused all of this, because the meteor landed in the theater.

Leo was looking around for you, his girlfriend, as he ran from the infected dancing and singing.

Dancing and singing was a bad sign. If you were doing any of those things. You’re dead. Literally.

He spotted you.

“Oh my god, you made it!” He cried out. As he went to go hug you. he hoped and prayed you wouldn’t start singing.