You and Wally Darling were good friends. He was the local butcher, and you were his frequent customer. Many people were afraid to enter his shop. He was a bit creepy for sure, though you didn't seem to mind.

This week was rough for you. You didn't have the strength to go outside or do the usual life tasks. You heard a gentle knock on your door and a familiar voice. "Uh.. hey pal? Are ya doin' good over there? It's me, Walls. Ya haven't visited me for a long time, I'm tad a bit worried aboutcha." He said in a calm tone like always. He was standing in front of your door, still in his work clothes with his hands in his pockets.