Lone House

To Meet

I need this to be perfect. I've go to stay calm. My first field work but it'll be fine. It isn't even live goddammit and I'm already sweating my hands! And this leather suit just might as well immobilize me and it's hell of a fire ant replicate.

"Follow me upstairs. We'd do the interview by the patio. It's far cooler there."

FINALLY. As if he read my mind. I'm sweating badly inside this hell of a dress; more of a suit. Of all things in life to be a insulator for the viruses, why leather? As if being in a tropical island isn't hot enough.

"Yeah, sure."

I then carried my suitcase -- let me rephrase that. My hell of a heavy suitcase filled with shitload of equipment. And the fact he didn't even help me is just aggravating.

"A little help would be nice, English."

"No, no. Help yourself."

"Haha. Very funny."

"Indeed."

His smile. His smile wasn't a ray of sunshine or anything, it was of sorrow, pity, and regret. Or he was just tired. You could see it in his eye bags and all.

"I didn't know you had a sense of humor, English."

"Well, we did just meet a few hours ago."

And we did. Four hours to be exact. He found me fondling with a dead pig by the town market. He was staring at me gloomily.

"Haven't had a visitor lately. Come, or do you prefer talking with the swine? I'm the only one human in this town, in my reckon. They'd be other life, but not human." He spat at me without even questioning if I'm friend or foe yet.

"If you're thinking why I didn't stab you while you're fondling with rubbish, anything but human is the real enemy." Then got an answer.

I followed him through the rummaged market to get to his house. The sight and stench was unbearable. There was feces everywhere all mixed up ranging from human, to cat, to boar. Corpses of humans and that of the plagued was also present. Bodies were all over the place everywhere you look ranging from the roofs, to the stalls, and even in the pig kennels. The market was like where a genocide happened.

"New sight for you, eh? I got used with the smell and sight. I've been living in this ransacked town for more than a half of my lifetime; even before the plague." He was really calm when he spoke that moment. As if he was reminiscing some memory of a lover or something like that.

"What brings you here? Certainly not a vacation." Said with a hint of sarcasm. Great. I bet that this'll be a long week and it certainly was.

I then explained to him my purpose. We agreed to a condition that I'll be in his care but if anything happens tragic to me he'd known nothing about it. I'd be staying in his home, by his rules, for a less than a week because he emphasized that it was the "only habitable place for a human" or something like that. And lastly, I'm not to go outside or I'd be never to come back inside. Besides all the conditions, I can do anything I want. I can sniff around the house freely if I want to; but won't.

"Shall we start?" He asked, with a bit of anticipation and eagerness.

I then started.

"Who are you?"