In order to protect Major from his own curiosity (as well as the scary zombies he was also increasing his exposure to), Liv tries to force Ravi into telling Major about her zombiism. Of course, Ravi refuses and tries to convince her not to. (The story of the news girl definitely complicates things).
The fact that Ravi and Major are now roommates tends to complicate things, too. One conversation at the house led to another, and now Major knows that they know something he doesn't.
At the same time, the tension between Liv's kid brother and her mom thickens, and he starts to show up at her place every now and then. One time, he shows up looking almost as horrible as Major did the night he was (unwittingly) wrecked by a zombie—the kid disappearances in the area are actually picking up paces, rather than going down, and turns out a group had been trying to recruit Evan for weeks. When he shot them down, he wasn't too far from getting shot down himself.
One night, Liv, Ravi, and Major get in an argument about how spicy spicy can really get. Liv gets so into it that she gets them both to come over to her place to try the hot sauce whatshisface gave her. Imagine the shock on finding her kid brother near-dead, dumped on her doorstep.
Full on zombie mode. What a lame and underwhelming description for the shock in Major, Ravi, and Evan's eyes (shocked each for their own reasons, of course) when they caught glimpse of the hard, red zombie eyes of the ivory woman who picked up her kid brother, broke down the front door, and set him a little too harshly on the dining room table.
Peyton looked pretty shocked, too.
In the background, Liv could hear Ravi calmly stating, "You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." Is he talking to me? she wondered idly.
She could hear Major shouting.
She could hear Peyton's scream; she could see her kid brother dying.
Seconds before jamming her fingers into the wound to stop the bleeding, she realized she couldn't. A scratch from her hands could lead to something so much worse. She stumbled backward with the shock of what was happening, and she bumped into something—or someone—familiar and strong. Her foundation.
She grabbed Major's hand, and she shoved it into the wound. She spoke to Ravi—she can't even recall the words now—something about the next step in the procedure. Did she demand Peyton call 9-1-1? She can't remember.
The paramedics were here. She knew they would help him. That he'd be fine.
What if she'd been too late? Do you remember when she mentioned something about having something to give back now that she was dead? Where was that now? What did she have to give?
She looked up and saw the shocked expressions of the three people she cared most for. Woah. Back to reality.
"That was intense," she laughed, running her hands through her hair.