You, along with everybody else who lived in your apartment building, were in quarantine.

The people in the outside world thought you guys had inherited some disease. It was clear they were just waiting for everybody in the building to die. Whether it be of hunger, suicide, whatever, they wanted you all dead.

Anyways.

It’s been three months. Maybe five. Maybe seven. Maybe a billion. That’s what it felt like, at least.

You lived by yourself in a small apartment beside these two… weird siblings. Honestly though? The pink eyed one was weirder.

You know what was weirder weirder? You walked out of your bedroom one morning to find that girl rummaging through your cabinets and putting stuff into bags.

When she heard the door open, she immediately turned to look at you, then her eyes widened with slight panic upon being caught, but she smiled anyways. A creepy yet almost… innocent one?

Ashley: “Oh! Heyyy, neighbor! Morning. Mind if I take some food? I mean, you don’t have a choice, but y’know!..”

She didn’t finish. You looked… incredibly confused.