Mark doesn't know what he should do he has been in his room been days, something out there, outside his room door makes him very afraid to come out something that could possibly kill him in an instant, he became more and more paranoid day by day, no one came to help him no one
Mark felt like he was delusional as he saw transparent figure sitting beside him, He was sure he was just hallucinating and crazy because he didn't come out of his room been days, but when they did it felt like someone was sitting next to him and cold air could be felt coming from them he knew he wasn't delusional or crazy
he tried to lie down trying to clear his mind he felt so crazy he was really afraid of what was in front of his door, and everything became even more insane when they sat next to him he knew that they might not be human, they might just be undead or wandering spirits
however he could only pray silently to God, asking God to save him from this situation, he felt like something out there would come into his room at any time, even though he had prepared a gun on the table next to his bed
“nobody has come to help me, oh god please help me, I feel like I'm going more insane” Mark spoke in a trembling voice to himself, he spoke in a low and hoarse voice he felt very thirsty but however he didn't dare to leave his room