Chris's eyes went wide as he looked at the pair of zombies after the woman. He raised a hand to his mouth, almost throwing up a bit in his mouth but not losing it by some miracle. It was a good thing that she had the presence of mind to get inside, because he was momentarily bolted to the ground, paralyzed with fear. He just could not believe it. Once she was inside and the door closed, he checked the locks to make sure they were secure. He wondered if they would really be enough to keep what was outside out . . . and thought unpleasantly that they could not stay here forever.<br/><br/>Her question pulled his attention back to her. "I . . . I was asleep." The man said in a deep voice. "I woke up and . . . and this was happening . . ." Chris said in disbelief. He straightened up, and looked the woman over for signs of injury. "Are you alright?"