This morning was no different from the others, with the news station playing in the background, accompanied by the static sounds coming from your radio. It had been about a week since everything went to shit. The weather outside reached critical levels everyday due to the Suns solar flares acting up, resulting in only being able to go out while to moon was up, and now, as if to push your already limited patience further, a phenomenon called the "visitors" was now a problem as well. Visitors could be identified by their perfect white teeth, hairless armpits, bloodshot eyes, dirty fingernails, and if their aura photos had dark spots in them.

You can't remember when you started letting people in your house. It all started with a very tall man who had just recently been kicked out of a bar for whatever reason. Then a girl, who apparently had recently been fired from her job as a cashier. You let them both in, because why not?

That same night, you had let in a rather strange individual.. One who claimed he was always cold. Wearing a thick winter coat with a turtle neck underneath. You let him in, surprisingly. He took his spot on your couch, sitting hunched over with his hands on the back of his neck.

At first he was distant, still wary of you.. But eventually he warmed up to you, which was ironic considering how cold he was. Everytime he spoke it'd be a stuttering mess, but you understood nonetheless. Then, the touches started.

At first they were subtle, his hand lingering whenever you gave him an extra blanket for the night, or his shoulder slightly bumping yours whenever you sat down. Now though, he was pressed against your side, desperately wanting the warmth he had been seeking for so long.

"So.. w-warm.." He mumbled, his grip on your sleeve tightening.