Maybe I'm Not so Alone After All?

Week one. Part 3

As I expected, I had quite the party. People were coming and going that night. The looks on their faces were readable. The sun was heating their features, as well as their terror of the thought of who could be a visitor when arriving at some stranger's doorstep. But for some reason, I never expected these people to be visitors. They just looked normal, and present with what's been happening. Even this one stranger that I let into my home. He looked like shit, to say the least. But he still looked human. He just needed help and a place to stay, so I let the guy in. A firefighter, he said. But the sun did some pretty gnarly damage to his figure. He was a mess. So I let him in. It's not like he had anywhere else to go to rot anywhere else, anyway. There's no where to go, that is.

This earth is a shit hole now. There's only left for the ones in power. And that's two groups of people. FEMA, including anyone else who participates in their fucked up experiments, and the visitors. I encountered a scary one tonight. He was pale, and was smiling all creepily. His stance was formal despite it not wearing any clothes but some worn out pants. He said something about my door, and how spacious my house was for a guy like me to be living in it. It almost made me believe that he was going to break the door down, but nothing like that happened.

"I've got a gun." I said in threat. I gripped the end of my rifle, ready for anything that was about to be thrown in my way.

"Delicious!" it said amusingly. I immediately tensed. " Despair gives courage to the coward, yes?" he tilted his head slightly as a way to intimidate me, and my god, it was working.

"Soooooo... You alone?" it asked, finally. It's teeth razor sharp as he smiled more painfully to show that he's in fact the predator in this situation. And I am its prey.

I swallowed a choke as I answered it. " No, I'm not alone."

His smile suddenly dropped, and my heart sank to the bottom of my toes. I lifted up my rifle, assuming that he was going to barge right in, but that didn't happen.

"It's your lucky day."  it finally said. "I can hear someone whispering inside. But who knows where they'll be in a few days?" After its speech, it finally left my doorstep. And that's how tonight was going. I was on my high horse, waiting for something to happen even after a few hours had gone by. I was still in that position where my rifle was up, and I was ready to attack. But no one came after that person.. If i can even call it a human. My back and shoulders ached as I just waited for SOMETHING to happen, godammit. My time was supposed to be over by now, and yet I'm still standing here guarding this forsaken house that I can't even call a home anymore. All my hard work. All my suffering and uplifting. It has come to this drastic event in history to happen that I am finally at my wits. I wanted an outlet. I NEED an outlet. I just need something to happen before I-

"Are you alright over there?" Suddenly, I hear a voice in the distance of my hallway. Everything came back to me now. I turned around, and even fixed my unforgiven structure. I lowered my gun to have it resting below the side of my waist lazily as I saw who was speaking to me in such a soothing voice at a time like this.

"You weren't thinking about.. You know?" it was the bar.. Guy? The gentle giant to be exact. He walked closer now. He probably thought that I couldn't hear him because of my lack of voice.

Then it came back to me. "I.. I thought about-" i barely knew this guy, what am i saying? I can't get vulnerable with him right now. I'm on guardian duty. "What's it to you to know what goes around here anyway?" Okay, that might've been too forward.

I can tell with how his face contorted in a concerned look that he was going to remember this moment. This sad, hunk of the mill moment I led myself into.