Tyler stopped at the end of the hallway, facing a closed door. The others he had passed were wide open, rooms all messy. All except this door.
"Odd..." He muttered to himself, deciding whether to ignore it or take the risk alone. "...damn it."
The door knob slowly rotated, finally clicking. Tyler faced a teenage male, a maned wolf. It was infected, distracted with something on a dresser. Turning around, it paused for a moment to examine Tyler.
Tyler was almost frozen, gun aimed at the wolf's head but something was holding him back. Like a moral tether or something. The wolf growled and shuffled forward, limping from a leg wound.
Two bangs echoed through the house.
Blaine snapped awake and looked to Holly. "You hear that?" He asked, pausing for a quick response before jumping off the couch and bounding to the stairs.