Cassie had been laying there on her make shift bed, trying to sort in her mind what she should do now that the aliens had resurfaced on the planet again. She could run away from the area. Hot-wire a car and make a break for it. If she got far enough away from where they landed it might be a few years until they caught up to her. Maybe. But whatever she did, she sure couldn't fight them. She was only one person and there were sure to be a great number of them out there. She would die in a few short seconds if she tried that. A frown formed on her face as she thought this and she gave a heavy sigh, rolling over and curling up in a ball for a few moments before she jumped, hearing the outer latch began to shake outside and a banging to start as if someone was ramming into the door of the plane. 

She sat up quickly and began rummaging through some of her supplies. She hadn't had the need for a gun in a very long time, but apparently now she would need it. With the growing threats all around her, she needed to protect herself if she should ever run into a situation of the dangerous sort. Finally finding the pistol buried beneath some of her clothes, she checked and made sure it was loaded before she moved toward the door, hearing the person on the other side say to open the door and let him in. So, this wasn't a zombie on the other side of the door. She was pretty sure they couldn't even talk anymore. They only two options left were he was an alien or a....no, that was possible...was it? There were no other humans left on the planet, right? At least, that's what she always thought.

But, if it were an alien outside, that meant they already knew where she was, and would get to her anyway, whether she let him in or not. And if this were a human...well...then she wasn't alone like she though and she needed to let him in before he tipped off either the zombies or the aliens that she was there and get them both killed. She placed her hand on the latch and taking a deep breath she pushed down on it hard and threw open the door, her gun at ready as she looked at him. Well, he certainly wasn't an alien. He had no feathers or anything of that sort like they had. And he was no zombie. Her thrill that he was human though was trampled by her need for safety and she pulled him side by her arm, closing the door back as quickly as she had opened it, sliding the latch back into place and waiting quietly for a moment, listening to what was going on outside and when she heard nothing, meaning nothing had noticed them, she let out the breath she had been holding before looking back at the 'human' boy in front of her with cautious eyes, unsure of what to think of all this, "Who are you? And how did you find me?"