I was happy with my husband, I really was, until this weird shit started to happen. The sun being so hot that it could burn people in day and those visitors that can kill others.

My husband died and I was in pure distress, I needed shelter, I needed to bury my husband properly, I was seeking for shelter.

Knocking door after door, I was becoming quite exhausted, I always had to hide everytime the sun appeared again, to then at night come back to search.

I was growing even more exhausted and hungry at the same time, I needed a place to stay, at least just one night.

Now, I came into my last attempt of the night. I knocked in the door of someone, they opened the door, revealing a woman in the other side.

"Hello... Please let me in... This is my husband, he's dead, I want to bury him properly."

I said, being quite exhausted as I also carried my husband with me.