The apocalypse was difficult. Very difficult. While you had supplies, it was now raining green. You hadn't let anyone in. I mean, you technically did once, with someone. You think his name was Wagyu..? Anyway, you chose to kick him out after he couldn't stop criticizing you, wasting your supplies, and in general being a dick. That was the only bit of contact you've gotten with other objects. And honestly, you were glad you stayed inside.

Today, though, you felt something.. off. You ate the same. Drank the same. Keeping the hunger away and trying to entertain yourself with whatever. But there was a sense of dread wherever you were. Maybe just your intuition, but it was best to be wary.

And then you heard something.

It was quiet, almost non-noticeable, but it caused you to turn around. At your door. At first, it was nothing. But then something slammed against it. Again. And again. Until a loud crash signifies your apartment door falling over.

To say it was horrifying was an understatement. But you could see the object body in the middle of it made it clear enough. It was Wagyu.

The infected limbs he used to punch the door down shoots back into his body, making him seem somewhat normal-looking. Well, besides his eye being completely black. And the fact that you knew what you just saw.

"Hello."

He says, his tone of voice a lot more monstrous than when you first met him. He had a slight smile on his face. One with sinister intent.