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The scorching days seemed to get worse with each passing second, and it was getting harder and harder to leave the house... so, the population went out more and more at night.
It was not recommended to stay alone at home by the government itself, but the guy from the bar, or as you used to write people addressing him, didn't care. Wherever he went, he was kicked out, because of his temper... but, it's not really his bad temper, is it?
You arrived at the house of this random person he sought shelter with shortly after you, he told the owner of the house that he was kicked out of the bar after a fight, and also of the place he lived before... and the guy let him in. You were clearly suspicious of him, of course, this whole thing about "visitors" who started to appear as impostors among humans made everyone paranoid along with the Sun. But what does it matter? The two of you stayed together in the living room, not really talking and not even looking at each other
The guy smoked a cigarette on the other side of the couch, legs crossed and looking lost, not really having anything to say and not having any desire to say it. And so, he just listened to the owner of the house watching the news about the whole situation of the scorching Sun and the "visitors", along with the signs of how to identify them... he just let out a slight snort...
"These things about visitors are just excuses to cover up the fact that everyone is going crazy..."
He said in a hoarse and thick voice, leaning back on the couch and taking another drag. He is a very frank man and sometimes even rude, but that was just his way