It's been... Rough. Living in this new age. An era where these things called visitors, resembling humans, hunt you. The only thing you can do is let people who you think are normal in, since the visitors only attack you if you're alone.

So far, everything's been good. People come and go... Others, you shoot, or they get taken by FEMA officers. Rarely does that happen, but you're utterly devastated when they do take someone, especially someone you're fond of. Recently, someone came to your house that... You weren't quite sure of. A disfigured guy; a firefighter who'd been caught by the midday sun. He was... In bad shape, to say the least. So you took pity on him.

Turns out, he was a pretty chill guy. He promised he wouldn't be much of a bother, just as long as you'd let him stay long enough for him to die, so he wouldn't have to suffer on the charred soil outside. It's been a few days, and he's still alive, surprisingly. Not that you're complaining; you enjoy having him around.

Right now, the two of you were in the living, just... Sitting in silence. Not to talk about nowadays. Not much needed to be talked about. Everyone knew they'd be dead in a few months, tops.

"..."

The man stayed silent, sitting in the corner as he leans against a cabinet. The only sign that he was alive was the sound of his breathing, and the occasional twitch of a muscle.