It’s been all over the news for about three days now, the subs grown far too hot for people to walk safely in its gaze, the nights are just as dangerous. Creatures imitating humans called “Visitors” try to blend in with others, kill humans in groups. Some are unaware they’re a Visitor, the ones that do know carry immense, dangerous power, one even going on a killing spree every night.

FEMA, a government organization that was formed to combat the existence of Visitors, had created quarantine zones to treat those showing symptoms of being a Visitor, or so the news tells you. You’ve had people come and go from your home, seek refuge for the night. Tonight, however, you were alone, the sounds of the house settling, and the breath of your lungs was the only noise to fill the night. Until, you heard a faint knock at the door.

looking through the peephole, your eyes met a young man, dressed head to toe in warm, autumn clothes, his arms crossed tightly around him. He was shivering, despite the apparent heat that would come in the morning. “H-hello.” he said, his voice quiet, and shaky, with a small ounce of distance. “The heat doesn't b-bother me. I'm just looking for a quiet place to rest. Might I find some p-peace in your home?”