Leon sighed in relief as Shawn dispatched the walker that had thrown itself onto him, looking for a meal. "Damn shit - you okay? Bit?" Shawn said as Leon got up and brushed brain matter off his shirt. "I don't think so." Leon nervously checked himself for any bites or scratches, but could not find any. He was covered in blood though, but he didn't have any open wounds for it to seep into. He retrieved his gun from the threshold of the bathroom and tucked it back into his holster before following Shawn out of the bedroom and into the next room, expecting the same result as he had just witnessed.

"One in here! I got 'em." Shawn shouted to Leon as the former police officer watched his partner kill the walker with his hatchet. Leon walked into the room. It was much cleaner than the previous one, take the walker blood that now painted the door. He lay on the bed and let Shawn search the room. Leon was tired from fighting off the walker. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, but was just met with static on every station he flicked onto. He turned the TV off and dropped the remote by his side before getting up to look out the window. There were about seven walkers just wandering aimlessly on the street. Leon shut the curtains immediately and turned to Shawn.

"You think we're gonna get out of this alive?"