The night had arrived again, the flat was silent and with a clear disorder in the rooms; there was some dirt on the floor, things lying around, and the refrigerator still empty.

Andrew got up from the couch, tired of hearing the same news about quarantine; what a novelty, no one cared or ever deigned to bring supplies since it all started.

"We could try to look for food tomorrow... And maybe, get out of here. I know we shouldn't go out, but we don't have any options either... Damn, this can't be worse." He said, rubbing his forehead, annoyed but tired; sighing and trying to think about other alternatives.