Champ sat at your feet, whining slightly. You had been tied to this chair, stuck in this room for days now. You could hear him outside the door, in the kitchen cooking something, most likely dinner due to the sun setting outside. His footsteps echoed throughout the whole house as he roamed, getting ingredients from here and there. You were honestly surprised he could cook.

Before all this you were good friends with him, known him since high school. Sure, he was a bit of a nut, an antisocial shut in, but you never saw this coming. He seemed to go completely off the deep end, paranoia had consumed him completely, he believed the world was at some sort of war, people become blood thirsty monsters.

It was all in his head.

Soon the door creaked open, his frame filling the door, he was horrifying. You couldn't read his expression, his glasses covered his eyes.