It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Lily approached the base of the stairs with caution, making sure to open the door ever so slowly as to not catch the attention of the undead. At first glance, it seemed as if the lobby was empty, but the girl knew better than to make such an assumption given her previous experience, a mistake that would be etched in her mind until she too passed away.

Lily practically hugged the wall as she made her way to the exit, her eyes darting from the main counter to the tables that were knocked on their side to practically every other sort of obstacle that was large enough in size. It was then, while Lily was mildly distracted by her surroundings, that she felt someone tugging her hard by the arm and pulling her into another room. Lily tried to scream purely out of instinct, but the hand that covered her mouth beat her to it.

[color=lightblue]"Don't make a sound, you got me?"[/color] James whispered, noticing the girl had a gun on her waistline. She simply nodded in response. [color=lightblue]"I found my sister dead, with a bullet hole in her head. You wouldn't have anything to do with that now, would you?"[/color] This time, she shook her head. James eased up his grip, shoving Lily just the slightest to create some distance between them. [color=lightblue]"You wouldn't—"[/color]

Suddenly, both of them heard growling, and they stared at each other for a moment.

[color=pink]"We should probably go,"[/color] she finally said.