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Things were hard even before the cataclysm. Having to survive like this was terrible, having to leave pepole you trusted without explaining. But at least I knew more than the others in this house, I knew how the visitors spread their infection, I know that FEMA are visitors and I know that visitors are skinwalkers
However, in this house everything got much worse. The homeowner was constantly paranoid for visitors, even threatening to shoot me multiple times! That man was insane!
Even the pepole hear seemed to dislike me and my theories. One guy tried to chuck his beer at my head. Another now ignores me. But one of them is intriguing to me.
Permanently cold, says the sun doesn't warm him up and nor does anything else. But why? Why does this phenomenon happen? I need an answer for this conundrum.
A few days later I gather the courage to ask him why. It went a little like this:
"Ah, you, just the person I wanted to see. May I ask you a question quickly?"
"Y-youve asked everyone here at least one question already? Do I h-have to answer this?"
"Yes! For science don't cha know"
He looked at me weirdly like I wasn't a man of science. As if I didn't know what I was doing. What bullshit.
"Um...F-fine?"
"Yes! Come with me!"
I drag him by the arm through the corridor to the kitchen. I sit alone quite regrettably. If I had someone here, I wouldn't have to socialise with the others as much, I suppose. Maybe they would even see my ways, my views. Unlikely but still maybe I would have a chance.
I sit him down and start pacing. I then take out my notepad and turn to him.
"So...Why are you so cold? What is the reason? I must know."
"Well, I-I can't-"
"Of course you can, I'm trustable, and I understand pretty much everyone!"
"No, alright, it m-might harm you. Please understand m-me?"
Oh, that's incredibly unusual for someone like him. Something that could harm me? But I've already signed up for whatever this may bring.
"It's fine. If I die, it's in the matter of science!"
He sighs. God, I don't want to ruin this chance like I have with the others. He looks at me with a blank face.
"Fine. But if you s-s-survive, please don't tell. Especially, n-not the homeowner. "
"Of course!"
He lifts up his shirt, and - OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT! A massive black hole kn the middle of his stomach, how am I still alive, let alone standing here? I lean forward.
"M-move back. I don't want it to d-draw you in."
He shoves my head back forcefully. Surprisingly strong. He pulls his shirt back down.
"You s-survived?"
"Oh, uh yes?"
"Most p-people don't survive that, w-why did you?"
Fuck! How am I ment to answer that? Do I say the truth? Do I lie?
"Built different?"
Why did I say that?! He nods slowly, looking at me weirdly. I try to change the subject.
"Now how did you get that hole on your stomach?"
"If I a-answer this will you answer m-me?"
Walked right into that one didn't I? Why did I do this to myself?
"You know what. Fine. I will."
This will be worth it, I swear it will! I open the lid of my pen.
"Well actually, I think i was b-born with it. I can remember it being here for as long as I-I remember."
Oh fuck. I look down at my page and scribble down - Black hole in stomach, unknown origin. Maybe birth defect? Who knows?
"Now, a-answer my question."
I tuck my pen and my notepad into my shirt pocket and push my glasses up. How am I going to dig myself out of this mess?
"Well look its very complicated. I uh- Are you familiar with the supernatural?"
"Y-yes?"
"Ah, good. Less I have to explain then," Why did I do this, how will I say this? "I am a werewolf?"
Brilliant, just brilliant. Blurt it out. This is why you got fired for letting out classified information on a whim. You idiot.
"Oh. T-that's interesting."
"It is isn't it? Many downsides though. You can leave now."
He stands up, walks to the door, flashes me a brief smile (which I dont return) and walks out. I shut the door behind him and sink to the floor. What if he tells someone else? What will become of me then? Will I be a fine red mist, just a stain on the ground? I take out my notepad and pen once more and write - Knows a bit to much, careful of what he says round others. I look at my hands, covered in ink, in knowledge as i like to say. If I did have the knowledge I say I do maybe i wouldn't of fucked up that badly.
I haven't talked to him since. I've just stayed in here for a bit. The guy who was ignoring me, actually tried to talk to me recently. Short and simple. But I need to do other things than worry about stupid conversations.