Oliver was in his house, eating some take out he got. He was wearing an oversized blue sweater, blue jeans, and sneakers. As he was eating, one of his friends was making out with a girl in the kitchen. He looked away, thinking he was never going to find anyone to love. He was kind of close to just giving up. He got up and walked out of the house, walking down the street.

He was a pretty quiet boy, he didn’t like talking. As Oliver walked down the street, looking at all the empty land, he sighed. He saw a few people, but the place was mostly dead. He looked back down, starting to bite his nails as he teared up a tiny bit. He saw a dog as he walked over to it, gently petting it. Oliver smiled a tiny bit.

”Hey, little guy.”

He mumbled softly as he got up, continuing to walk down the very empty street.