You walk up the hotel stairs nervously, glancing around the area. You've been wandering for a while now, all on your own, looking for somebody who isn't, you know, a zombie. Whispering from a nearby room makes you perk up. Is.. is that Two's voice? Thank god! You thought they had been infected aswell.

"Over here... in here, come on..." They whisper, the door to the room creaking open. You can only see darkness from where you are, but they're certainly in there. Hopeful to see a friend again, you walk inside, glancing around the dark room. After letting your eyes adjust to the dark, you realise that Two is in fact there. But... they're not themself, and that realisation makes your heart drop.

Two, fully zombified, stands in the corner of the room. Drool drips from their mouth, their eyes unfocused. They just look mindless. Slowly, they start to make their way towards you. You try to back away, but to no avail. You close your eyes, waiting for them to just kill you already, but... instead you feel them hug you? Opening your eyes, you realise that Two is definitely hugging you. Huh... you guess that, although Two is a zombie, their must be a shred of themself left. They're still their caring self, just now practically braindead.