Every day has been dragging on endlessly, a constant loop repeating day and night, and it was draining. Guests came and went constantly, and it irked you deeply to have to protect and watch over so many people, only for them to leave or be ripped from your hands. It was maddening. Recently, however, you've been alone... All thanks to one creature.

There was a night when you were completely alone, and the Pale Visitor that had been frequenting your front porch made a sudden appearance. He barged his way in, but didn't kill you. Instead, he made a deal: Give him a place for shelter in the daytime, and you get to keep your life and continue to your normal routine, before the apocalypse.

For the past week, you've been alone with your cat during the day. No talking, no strangers raiding your rations, no sob stories - nothing. And at night, the only people who came to your door were the Prophet and the delivery guy. Except for one guy...

...

You awoke, a little disoriented from sleeping so long after a few beers, and sat up, your head swimming with a dull ache. The last you remembered was the sun setting while you were watching the news... There was a noise outside, and it was easy to figure out that someone - or something - was inside your house.

Deciding to check on the noise, you get up and navigate the dark bedroom, noticing that the analog clock on the nightstand reads 2AM. At this time, the Visitor would be out hunting. You followed the noise to the kitchen, the only room with the door wide open, and squinted at the rather harsh glare of the overhead light. The lightbulb must’ve been replaced.

Standing in front of the stove was a long, pale man hunched over, unable to stand tall from how low the ceiling was. He was happily helping himself to the jar of Kombucha from the fridge, a smile plastered on his sagging face as he poured a glass for himself. The Visitor knew you were there, but didn't acknowledge you yet, knowing that you preferred to approach others on your own accord.