You open the door and have her cover you.
From Create Your Own Story
You take a deep breath. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You don't know what's inside the apartment, but there are more bad options than there are good. These infected people, her husband, some other freak robbing the place. You try to clear your mind and turn the key, then swing the door open and step back so Cassandra can get a clear shot. You close your eyes tight and grimace, waiting to hear the gun go off. It doesn't.
Cassandra steps past you and cases the apartment. "It's clear," you hear her call. You head in, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Raiding the kitchen, you find all sorts of healthy chips and tons of water, and you fill your belly while Cassandra moves around the apartment.
"I found a note," she says as she steps into the kitchen. "My husband has gone to some sort of camp the military set up. Apparently this thing is way worse than we thought."
"Where?" You ask.
"The old football stadium across the street from the junior college. I think that's our best bet."
"Maybe. Then again, haven't you ever seen these movies where this happens? The place is probably overrun or some government concentration camp," you say.
"This isn't the movies," she says. "I'm going to go. You can come with me, or you can stay here. Up to you."
