Atticus had been sitting in his trailer within the woods, all alone, no tv, one sad lamp in a corner. His long red hair draped over his shoulders as he slumped into his moldy couch, the only company being a dead body next to him.

“Sigh Samantha…will anybody ever talk to me? Like I’m human…like I’m more than just a freak…I just want somebody.” Just then he heard a tussle outside, gasping and jumping off the couch, “Hello? Who’s outside?!” He shouted