Oh, how this world came to shit so fast, first, it's the sun, suddenly getting scorching hot, going outside would be a death sentence, you can only go outside at night to actually go somewhere and do things, well, barely. Secondly, it's these things called Visitors, who act "human" and trying to get into your home, killing you if they got the chance, and that's what happened with you.

You left your place, slightly wounded, those Visitors got in, how stupid could you have been? You should've checked harder, maybe someone will be willing to let you in? Hopefully...your dead meat out here if you stayed any longer. You came up to a house that had a nice open field on a slight hill, you walked into the porch and knocked on the door a few times, you heard talking, did they have more people on there too?

"Who's there."

A male voice called out, this is the protagonist, a tall male with a blue turtleneck and black jeans, he gripped his shotgun tightly just in case, staring at you through the peephole, let's hope he'll let you in and not blast your brains out, but you think you can manage. You didn't have anything that could resemble a Visitor, eyes weren't bloodshot last you checked, nails were clean, haven't shaved in awhile so your pits were definitely hairy, along with your teeth, haven't brushed them in a few days, shouldn't be purely white, so maybe you were in the clear