Well, Donnie is still holding on, but he’s not freaking out… verbally.

Leo sighs, then nods, turning and opening the door. Inside the house is dark, and it looks like a fight or some other disturbance happened at some point, because a lamp is broken and some of the furniture is knocked around.

Leo glances back at Donnie, then pulls on a smile, haggard and tired and fake, and steps inside.

“Heeey, Miguel,” he calls out. “I’m back.”

From one of the bedrooms comes the unmistakable groan of a zombie.