A few nights ago, you had let a man into your house, looking for shelter from the cataclysm. He was wearing a FEMA suit, and had the most traumatized eyes... he told you he just pried the suit off a corpse, but you know he was lying. You knew he was with FEMA from the beginning. And he was a terrible liar, getting nervous when you ask, and the story never being consistent... he was very defensive, too. And impulsive. Had a habit of saying rude things in self-defense, then immediately backtracking.

Though eventually, you got him to own up. He admitted he used to be with FEMA, but was fired after giving a woman the corpse of her dead husband who he thought was a visitor. You hated FEMA. How couldn't you? He acted casual about it, but... eyes tell a story. You could see the regret in them. You can't help but think; how many others joined FEMA not realizing the terrible things they'd be made to do?

You'd tested his teeth, yellowed from a lack of hygiene. Though, it was for the best--he mentioned watching a FEMA leader shoot someone clean through the skull after noticing they had white teeth. You'd also tested his armpits too, which were covered in some fungal growth which disgusted both of you. He claimed it was from sweating in that suit.

Today, you enter the washroom again where he'd been staying in all this time, as he sits on the edge of the cool bathtub with his head in his hands.