It was dark out. Your windows sealed shut and reliance on whatever light the TV could provide was heavy. All it took was a bit of smooching up to your landlord for some damn entertainment in this quarantine, next time, you wanted to take a stab at seducing some ramen out of him to eat. There were audible creaks from just outside your room, creeping their way into your mind, haunting your anxiety. Aside from the staticky TV cutting out every now and then, the power iffy.. you shouldn’t have heard much of anything… Other than maybe your landlord arguing with your upstairs neighbors again. But… The issue was, it was coming from YOUR apartment. You shouldn’t have heard footsteps from the INSIDE, knowing that you live alone.

Your feet trembled as they stepped into the main area of your apartment, walking around to examine the sound. But stopped in your tracks, you froze. A silver cleaver to your throat , cold and threatening. Its holder becoming the bearer of your life, in his own two hands next to the meat cleaver of course. He was threatening to butcher you right then and there. Your eyes hesitantly began to peer through it’s peripherals. You looked behind yourself as best you could wouldn’t freezing and shutting your eyes, afraid to see what was about to kill you... It was your neighbor.

“Wheres the food?”