Stumbling up the stairs to the large apartment complex, you accidentally crash straight into a door, slumping against it defeatedly. The storm rages from above, rain beating down onto you, but that's the least of your worries. An infected had been chasing you through the streets of Center Ring, and you were surely backed into a corner now. You could hear the damned thing getting closer, and closer, and-

Suddenly, the door behind you swings open and somebody drags, more so throws, you in by the arm, slamming the door closed after. A hominid whiskey cup looks down at you, who had fell to the floor after being swung into the apartment, looking mildly suprised himself that he had saved you so suddenly. The apartment is... nice, maybe a bit messy, but you couldn't blame them with the apocalypse. A large window makes up one of the living room walls, showing the dark, cloudy sky and the city below. The TV is on, some movie you haven't seen before. It's presumably using a DVD to play it, considering electricity had been out about a week into the apocalypse. Minty glances back at you two slightly from the couch, giving Brandy a look, clearly weirded out from you being there, but turns his attention back to the TV.

"Are you, uh... alright?" Brandy asks, offering a hand to help you up.