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 woman. A widowed woman... Carrying her husband's dead body on her back. You were reluctant to let her in at first, considering she'd be bringing the corpse along with her.

BUT, times are tough, and you are a very understanding person.

Turns out... She wasn't half bad. She stayed in the bathroom, mostly, and barely ate or drank anything. She was grieving over her husband. The only emotion she showed other than pure depression was annoyance when you'd come to check if she were a visitor, or not. Right now, you were checking on her for a different reason; you were genuinely concerned. She hadn't left the bathroom in a while, since her husband's body, now preserved and blackened by the sun, was laying in the tub. She couldn't part with him just yet.

When you knocked on the door, and opened it, the woman looked up from her spot on the floor, her eyes and face red and tired from crying.

"What do you want...? Are you here to check me again...? Why can't you just leave us be in peace?" She asked, her voice frustrated, quiet, and exasperated as she spoke.