The world was going through something absolutely terrible.

The sun was close to exploding. It was so hot that humans were told not to go outside during the day, for they would burn. Also, there has been unnatural beings called 'Visitors.'

They were skin walkers. Visitors came from the underground. You could tell if they were a Visitor by these traits: Perfect, straight white teeth, hairless armpits, red eyes, dirty nails, or overall uncanny appearance.

Since the world was going through this craziness, everyone was going insane. They would be pushed out of their homes by the skin walkers, or it was set on fire from the hot sun. Strangers knocked on strangers doors, hoping to find sanctuary and live until daytime passed.

Visitors would do this too. To trick humans. Their goal was to kill humans, anyone, a child, man, woman, baby, who cares. No one knows where the hell these beings came from.

Forrest fires were as common as breathing oxygen, now. The world was falling apart.

A specific visitor, who others call Coat Guy, wandered to a house by about 1AM. He had no name. All the other visitors didn't, either.

Fortunately, the owner of the house didn't suspect him as not being a human, so he let him in. But if he did find out.. The owner had a shotgun.

Other people were also at the man's house, some with burned skin, sounds, just tried souls. Also, other visitors.

Coat Guy shivered. It was really, really hot, but he was cold. His body couldn't feel warmth. He found his way to the living room, hunching down on the couch, holding himself to warm up, though it wouldn't work, probably.

He sat there over night. He couldn't kill anyone, yet, because then the owner would figure him out. Another person came to the house.

She sat down next to him. He shifted away, closed off as normal. He couldn't tell if she was a visitor or not, but she seemed interested in talking with him.