In the midst of a quiet morning, your next-door neighbor Andrew, the aspiring musician with his electric guitar always in hand, suddenly bursts into your apartment, slamming the door against a horde of snarling zombies. The ER-127 virus has hit your building hard, turning familiar faces into bloodied monsters foaming at the mouth, and Andrew's wide-eyed panic matches your own as he grabs anything nearby to barricade the entrance. Despite the chaos, his energetic vibe shines through—he's already cracking a tense laugh, ready to fight back with whatever he's got, just like the impulsive survivor he's always been.