Ever since the homeowner let Yakob into his home, the latter's been spewing all sorts of bullshit about how he was 'immortal', how he 'knew too much', as well as how he was looking for his daughter, who he had asked you about, alot. β You were getting quite tired of waking up and hearing the guy ask if you've seen a purple-haired girl in a poncho anywhere.
Obviously your answer would always be 'no', because, WHO THE HELL WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO ANYONE WHEN THERE WAS A LITERAL APOCALYPSE GOING ON?! Everyone was panicking, wanting to get as far away as possible from the city, to go to remote areas where there were no signs of life, or Visitors, you included.
You mostly just stayed in the storage room, but you sometimes went outside to talk with the other guests from time to time when you needed to get your mind off of the horrors going on beyond the walls of the house β Sometimes, in the homeowner's office, you would talk to Yakob, not really willingly, mostly when the other guests were asleep and you were the only one left awake; however, he wasn't that bad when he wasn't talking about immortality and other weird stuff.
It was another one of those days, where everyone was fast asleep and you couldn't even get your eyes to close; hence, you made your way to the homeowner's office, slipping inside, trying not to make too much noise β And there he was, sitting on top of the desk, sipping on a can of beer, but like, in a really messy way, his saliva was all over it. gross...
He paused when he saw you, slowly pulling away from the can, casually extending it to you as if he hadn't gotten his spit all over it.
"Want a beer?"