NINAH MC

No, I'm Not A Human; The Homeowner. ████████████████████████████████ Night 1:

You had no other choice.

The sun was currently burning things to a crisp by the day. There were inhuman monsters called Visitors taking to the surface and killing when backs were turned. But worst of all, there was little to no more trust these days, as it would seem fear drove most people to madness. The world had gone to shit, and you were only one of the other poor bastards needing a place to rest.

Wherever you came from, you couldn't go back. You had nowhere else to go.

A single flickering light from a tall streetlight was the only thing guiding you forwards as you heaved your backpack over your shoulder. Up ahead, your only means of shelter awaited you.

A dark barren doorstep belonging to a house that looked older than all the others, and on the door, a small peephole for the owner to see what kind of stranger would be knocking.

You hadn't lucked out at any of the other houses. Turned away countless times because of the danger of being one of those things that distorted the difference between real and not.

You could only hope whoever owned this very place was a little kinder.

You knock, before you're greeted by a dark peering eye looking through the peephole. Gauging you. You'd better have your pleading story rehearsed by now.

COME IN | YOU BETTER LEAVE.