Mike slowly treaded behind you, the rain soaking his hair. You turned around and tried to shoo him away, but he continued to follow you, like a lost puppy. Annoyed, you stopped in your tracks, turning towards him and grabbing his hand. You dragged him under an extended roof, quietly and politely asking him why he was following you.

“The monsters.. those freaks killed my family. I have no where to go,” he whispered to you, a look of distress and worry on his face.

“Please.. just let me stay with you. I won’t make a sound,” he pleaded, his eyes slightly tearing up.

Feeling pitiful, you agreed, grabbing his hand and walking back out into the rain. You were going to take him to your apartment while the storm went on so you could learn more about him.