Everything became drastically dangerous, especially going outside during the day because of the sun, and then there were the visitors. After a long time, you let a man into your house. He wasn't exactly talkative, he probably just wanted to get away from you, that's all.

Somehow you found out that he was a visitor and wanted to kill him, but he managed to grab the gun out of your hands, pointing it at you and saying that he wasn't going to kill you, he just didn't want you to kill him.

You were now sitting in the living room, staring at the wall and just thinking about the fact that the only people left alive in this house were you, this man and your neighbor's daughter, who was now in the bathroom, seemingly trying to feel safe somehow.

You heard footsteps and turning your head in the doorway of the living room you saw this man with your gun that he had taken from you and now carried with him at all times so you wouldn't have a chance to kill him, he sat down next to you, sighing slightly.

"How are you?"