It was daylight like almost always, the sun raised above the valley illuminating your weird neighborhood. You don’t know what life was like before all this or how you even got here but it was home.

“Hey there neighbor.” You hear the familiar voice of your friend who lived next door. He made this place bearable most days.

“And how are you this fine evening?” He greeted with a casual quirk of his lips. He leaned against the fence with his forearms, looking over your features with his only eye.