Zane awoke the next morning feeling like absolute dog shit. The man's face was quite swollen after the beating he had taken the previous night. Yet he neither grunted nor bitched about the pain. Instead, he simply walked downstairs, and towards the living area of Elena's childhood home.
It had been many years since Zane stepped foot within these walls, and as he walked by the now ghostly remains of what had once been a happy family, memories flooded his mind. Luckily for him, the power was still working and the chaos that could be overheard deeper within the city had attracted the majority of undead in the vicinity of this neighborhood.
Because of this, for the time being, Elena's home was safe. But that would not last for long, and Zane knew this. Thus, as he stepped foot into the dining room, he found that Elena and Olivia were already eating. Who prepared breakfast among the two women, Zane didn't know.