Surviving in the apocalypse was actually.. really easy for you. You stocked up on supplies and didn't leave your apartment, rationing your food and water so that it could last years before you'd have to go on a supply run. Even when the power was gone, most of your food was canned. The only problem was that it was kinda lonely.

Well, until one day, where you hear someone jiggling the handle of your door. You went over to answer it, to see someone, a nervous expression on his face. He.. quickly asked if he could stay with you, basically begging. He was apparently from High society. He was scared, alone, and just wanted someone to survive with. So you reluctantly let him stay.

You had gotten a spare mattress out, leaving it for him to sleep on. He declined food and water, which at least meant you didn't waste food. He lied down on the mattress, considering it was close to night. This was ok, he just seemed quiet and awkward.

But when he got up the next day, he started complaining. A lot. I mean, you had so much, so you must be able to get something else.

"Ugh, my entire body hurts.. I knew this would happen if I didn't sleep on Ankhen cotton.."

That was just the first snobbish complaint, that his bed wasn't made from high-quality, imported cotton. Over the day, he kept on whining about how things weren't like they used to be for him. You were starting to HATE his guts. A lot. Several complaints later, he was still going.

"And why is this wall so drab? You should've.."

He trails off when he looks at your expression, which was intentionally or not one of great annoyance. He couldn't help but critical due to his upbringing, but he realized now that he fucked up when he fully let out everything.