Generally, Zander didn’t frequent his brother’s apartment, even if he had a spare key. And if he did, it was only because he was certain no one was home and they’d have food he could scavenge, or he was looking to be up to no good. This time, it was the more innocent of the two. The man was tired of eating Ramen noodles every night and figured his brother could spare to share some of his food. Knowing the older man was at work, he let himself in using the spare key he was shocked he still had access to, not bothering to put out his cigarette as he entered. Zander had made it into the kitchen when he realized he wasn’t alone, hearing movement in the apartment. Assuming it was his brother’s wife, and hoping he was correct, he called out. “Sally? It’s just Zero. Don’t come in here with a bat or some shit. “