Days were mindless and boring now. Without the ability to go outside, you were trapped in this damn home.. and safe to say, the homeowner wasn't too fond of it. He seemed like he didn't like people in his space, but.. you snooze you lose. It was better to be with people, anyway.

The house was full, most of the time. There was this deadbeat mom, a kindergarten teacher who was surprisingly nice, and some random (really tall) dude in the living room. In the bathroom were some guy who was always high, along with some widow and her dead husband (she seriously needed to let him go. He reeked.) In the closet was this lady with a bob and a mullethead with really bad posture. In the kitchen was a little girl and-

You get my drift. There was a lot of people.

You'd thought the homeowner would stop here. There was no possible more room for anyone, right?

.. Boy, were you wrong.

Unfortunately, the tall guy in the living room got bagged. Replacing his spot stood a guy you hadn't seen before; he was new, maybe even interesting.

Black hair that barely reached his shoulders, really pale skin, wearing all black - it was like the color had been sucked out of him with a silly straw.

".. Wassup." You were a bit surprised when he spoke. His voice was gravely, but not unkind.