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The homeowner flopped onto his bed with a depressing thump, the lumpy mattress digging into his back in every which way, only adding to the mental and physical pain he was currently experiencing. The last person had just been ripped from his house by force by a FEMA agent. Every part of the event made him shiver, he’d tried to refuse, knowing the consequences of being alone too well. But the agent had insisted and pushed past the homeowner and entered the room closest to the door, despite his protests. The man inside the bathroom wasn’t stoned enough to not recognize the danger he was in, but any fight he tried to put up was useless.
Only one other person had shown up that night but he couldn’t justify the risk of letting the man in, even if he wasn’t a visitor (which was still a very real possibility) his words were too peculiar and mildly threatening to trust. So the homeowner turned the man away and he was once again alone.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing weighing on his mind that night. Only a few days after this cataclysm had plagued the world, he managed to run out of birth control pills, the placebos seemingly mocking him with their uselessness. It took only a few more days for his body to react, waking up to a stained bed for the first time in months was.. unpleasant, to say the least.
He chastised himself for not picking up his prescription earlier, but the thought of stepping into that pharmacy made him shiver even now. He hated it there, the usual woman behind the counter was just as unhappy to see him as he was her, but at least she kept her mouth shut. It seemed like anyone else was always itching to comment on how kind he was to pick up medicine for his girlfriend, their smile always falling when he presented his own ID instead. It was always terribly frigid there, too. He couldn’t imagine they managed to maintain that temperature now, though.
That was another thing. The temperature was bordering on unbearable, even indoors. Although significantly cooler when compared to the flesh-melting heat of the daytime, the nights were getting increasingly sweltering and the homeowners cheap fan just couldn’t keep up.
So, to recap, he was depressed from being unable to stand up to the FEMA agent, in crippling pain from the cramps, and uncomfortably warm. But none of those feelings were worse than the main focal point of his current thoughts. He was uncharacteristically horny. The homeowner suspected—no he knew, that it was because of his sudden period, hormones being out of whack and whatnot. But this was excessive.
His thoughts had been drifting all day, primarily to the easiest and least messy way to get off. Until now, that man had been occupying the bathroom and he couldn’t justify kicking him out for an extended amount of time just to rub one out in the shower. And he honestly didn’t feel too comfortable doing that now, even with the other out of the house.
The bed was the best option, he’d already stained the sheets sufficiently the other day, and this time he could put a towel down for extra reassurance. The homeowner huffed, quashing his dignity and standing up to retrieve a medium sized towel from the closet.
Once he returned to the room, he spread out the light grey cloth on the bed, almost right over the other dull red stain before removing both his pants and underwear and tossing them into the empty hamper in the corner of the room, having disregarded the sanitary pad in the bathroom wastebasket on the way over.
He tentatively sat on the towel, shifting around to ensure no more fluid would leak onto the bed. The homeowner just sat there for a moment, feeling embarrassed for some reason. It wasn’t like anyone was watching, and even if they were it was the damn end of the world, who cared about a little masturbation when creatures now roamed the Earth. Dogs, the homeowner thought for a moment.
His head lowered to the pillows as he shook away those thoughts. He reached his hands down slowly, only applying pressure to his clit for a moment before gasping and craning his neck back. Okay it had been.. a while. The circumstances weren’t really welcoming of self-pleasure, burning carcasses didn’t exactly set the correct mood, but to be completely fair he’d been quite dry before this whole catastrophe, this house itself didn’t really set a favorable mood in the first place.
All those things were forgotten now as he continued to press his fingers into himself, rolling his hips up into the contact, perfectly timed with the waves of pleasure. Little pants began to leak from the homeowners throat and he could feel himself start to drip a mixture of blood and discharge. He continued those ministrations for a while, massaging himself and releasing little whimpers whenever the sensation was owed it.
But something inside him hungered for more, yearned for it. Like this hunger was another version of him, another person even, who was begging the homeowner to be granted autonomy over their joint decisions. And who was he to deny this side of himself? Maybe this lustful being was actually the true him that he’d been locking away for whatever reason. So he resigned control to that creature, letting his hands slip lower and his fingers gently brush over the slit. It was already so wet, his fingers quickly picking up fluid as the calloused pads ghosted over the sensitive folds.
The homeowner didn’t take a second longer, quickly inserting a finger into his warm cunt. He almost yelped at the temperature of his finger, truly forgetting how cold they were until it was properly inside of him. He just sat there for a moment, adjusting to the temperature before beginning to slowly pump in and out of himself.
An initial squelch made him cringe a little, feeling viscous fluid dripping onto his fingers and falling further to pool on the fabric below him. He continued, the pace was slow at first, he gently pushed another digit inside, whincing slightly.
His movements quickened and all the heat came rushing back immediately, his finger tips curled against the warm walls of his cunt, reaching for an area they just couldn’t quite touch. It wasn’t enough, his fingers just weren’t adequate, for a moment he considered grabbing the nearest object with a flared base but soon thought better of it. His hips lifted completely off the bed, but it only managed to drive himself just slightly deeper, still not enough.
For what he couldn’t achieve in length he decided to make up for in width, quickly thrusting in another finger, moaning loudly as he was slightly more satisfied now, slightly. The homeowner reached up with his thumb to once again stimulate that little bundle of nerves, letting himself grow closer to the edge of release.
His whines grew louder, much too loud, to be frank. He was glad he hadn’t attempted this while someone was in the house with him, as they would probably be scarred for the rest of their likely short life. But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t imagine how awful it would feel to not be able to let his shameless sounds bounce around the walls of the house. The homeowner reckoned that if anyone was stupid enough to be outside in times like these, they’d probably hear him.
It only took a few more pumps of his wrist before his release arrived. The homeowner threw his head back once more, grinding his hips all the way down into the palm of his hand and coming around his own meager fingers.
The moan that he released was downright whorish, like some tryhard overacting in a porno. Maybe the homeowner was overacting as well, he thought—maybe he just wanted to release some stress and if that came in the form of screaming at his honestly mediocre orgasm, then it was better then picking at his nailbeds and threatening people with a gun. Better by miles.
His cunt was clenched so tightly around the three fingers that he thought they might lose circulation, the fluttering walls squeezing periodically through the waves of pleasure.
But when the pleasure finally plateaued and began to fall from its peak, the homeowner realized just how quickly that energy had returned, he was disappointed. It wasn’t enough. Not even close! But he didn’t have it in himself to try and correct that disappointment. He pulled his fingers out slowly, the soaked skin was now slightly stained red, his mouth pulled into a frown at the sight.
He couldn’t bring himself to care enough to go and wash them, just wiping them on the cloth and slumping back once more. The homeowner's head hit the pillow with a thump and it was soon a fight to keep his eyes open, but just as he was about to let sleep overtake him, a loud bang rang out.
He shot up, eyes wide and unable to tell if the thud had actually shaken the room or if it was just a result of the bed moving from his startle. He panted, gaze darting to the singular window from where the sound came, it hadn’t repeated and yet it was still ringing strong in the man's ears. Slowly he stood, gathering the courage to peep out, if only for a moment. It couldn’t be too bad, right? The window was still intact so there was no way whatever was outside could get in— if it was even something interested in entering, it could have just been a stick..
The windowsill creaked slightly as he placed one hand on it and the other on the dusty curtain, it’d been a while. Slowly he pulled the fabric back and was met with darkness, but through the little light provided by the moon he could tell there was nothing there. No debris, no animal, and most definitely no person. Had it just been his imagination? The pipes settling?
He sighed, closing the curtain and making his way to the bathroom. He figured if he was already standing and awake he might as well clean up a tad. Once he washed his hands of the now dried liquid, he returned to the bedroom and dumped the soiled towel into the mostly empty laundry basket.
Lying down for the third time that night, and finally getting a well needed moment of peace.
- - -
The day blew by quickly with no people to test or talk to, the homeowner thought he missed the feeling of familiar solitude but now it only brought a looming anxiety. He consumed more beer than usual, a means to pass the time before new people came knocking.
Waking up once more to rapping on the splintering wood of the door, he arose groggily, pushing away the blanket that pooled at his hips and making his way to the front. The homeowner pressed his eye to the peep hole and froze immediately.
Truly he didn’t expect for him to be the first knocker of the night. The homeowner's blood ran cold at the sight of that perfect smile, so off putting in combination with the creature's grotesque features. He sat there silently, undoubtedly knowing that the homeowner was already on the other side of the door, waiting to be acknowledged. But after a few seconds he seemed to grow tired of waiting and he started to speak.
“You feeeeeel that? Change is haunting you… So am I.” He pressed closer to the peep hole, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see the homeowner but seemingly uncaring. The thing continued to ramble. “And now one of your ilk is deathless. All because of a word. One single word… But what a word it is! You know who I mean, yesss? Strange things happen around you.”
“I don't feel anything.” His voice cracked, he clutched the gun closer to his chest.
“Must be tough.” His face morphed into mocking sympathy, making the homeowner shutter at the unprecedented display of an emotion other than a gleeful smile or a deadpan.
The creature kept on. “Sounds like you need help.”
“Why don’t we try something new? A gamble, of sorts. If there are at least two of us inside your house… You’ll open the door for me! Because dogs reside in their bodies now.”
“I-I don’t understand.” He backed away from the door slightly.
The creature grinned once more, “It’s simple! Let’s give it a try. But first…”
A familiar sense of dread began to pool in the homeowner's stomach because he knew the question that was about to be asked.”
“You alone?” That horrible expression appeared, like the thing was trying his hardest to control some maniacal laughter, always on the brink of failing.
His throat closed up but the truth blared in his head, he was alone. But the homeowner couldn’t say that? The last thing he wanted to be was willing. “I’m not alone.” He somehow managed to choke out, voice gruff.
His face contorted for only a moment before smirking, “So you ended up all by your lonesome. The absence of murmurs hasn’t gone unnoticed, I think you’re aware of that.” He chuckled, “I picked up some other.. noises.. last night, what thin walls you have!”
The homeowner could only stutter, his face flushing and blood pounding in his ears.
“I think you heard me too, yess?” The dots finally connected in the man's head. That loud bang.. Had been this visitor listening into his private time and attempting to make him aware of that.
“I- what do you want..?” He was beginning to grow more angry than anything.
He perked up at the question, “I’ll just slip in reeeal quick, then. I have a little gift for you.” he paused, becoming more stoic. “Things will work out much easier, if you should choose to accept it.”
The homeowner contemplated his options, what did that mean, exactly? Was his only choice death or.. whatever the creature seemed to be proposing. He shivered at the thought and despite the protests from his mind his stomach twinged at the thought of live contact, something besides his own fingers touching him.
“I can hear your heart thumping.. what do you say?”
“Would.. would you kill me, after?”
“Hmm, wouldn’t telling you take the fun out of the gamble?”
The homeowner gulped, still clutching the shotgun but something about the possibilities excited him, he let out a shaky breath and began to undo the multiple locks. The hinges creaked as he pushed it open just a crack, immediately a pale hand snatched the door, the visitor pushing it open further. Another hand clutched at the top of the frame as the man bent down to enter.
His heavy footsteps entered and the homeowner backed up instinctively. He hadn’t realized how tall the visitor was until he was inside and extended to full height, his head almost grazed the ceiling. His mind wandered to what the bearded man had said, was this thing really once human? Would things be different if someone had just let him inside?
“What plagues your thoughts?” He continued to move closer until he was towering over the homeowner, staring down with a wide grin.
“Were you really a human before.. all this?” He made a small gesture to clarify his meaning of the cataclysm, the intruder cocked a thin eyebrow.
“Would you feel better if I was?” Another unclear answer, just great, the homeowner thought. He decided to break away from the visitor's theme of vagueness.
“Yes, I think I would.” The homeowner finally mustered the courage to look up at the man, staring into those dark irises with slightly less fear than before.
He smirked, letting a finger trace over the homeowner's jawline, “Then I’m human enough.” With those words he surged forward, locking the man’s mouth in a kiss that was more a clash of teeth than anything. He tasted bitter, something akin to iron and a chalky pill that you hadn’t been able to swallow in time. The homeowner thought back to the creature's earlier statement, by visitor standards he was indeed human. Two arms, two legs and a head, the homeowner hoped that this definition included a certain other appendage as well.
The intruder’s long tongue shoved its way into his mouth, exploring every crevice and taking time to lick over his molars. He pulled back for a moment, licking his lips.
“Perfect teeth, how interesting!” He shivered at that, unbelievably creeped out that the man had just assessed his dental records only from a stroke of his tongue. The intruder paid no mind to his disgust, moving forward once again to show off his own teeth in the form of nibbling on the man's neck. He pushed the turtleneck aside, undoubtedly stretching it out as he worked his way downwards to the junction of the man’s neck and shoulder.
His tongue continued to lick over the area until without warning he decided to clamp down on the trapezius, causing the homeowner to yelp out in surprise at the piercing of skin. He felt blood ooze from the bitemark and gripped onto the pale man’s shoulders for support as his knees grew weak from the searing pain. He lapped at the warm fluid leaking from the man’s shoulder, admiring the bitemark and the blooming red skin around it.
The visitor placed an arm around the other man’s waist, pushing them closer together with the excuse of supporting the homeowner's weight. They slowly started making their way further and further into the house, clumsily stumbling until the smaller man’s back hit the bedroom door. The ferocity of their kissing never ceased the entire time, blood also beginning to leak from the homeowner’s bottom lip as those sharp canines gnawed on it as well.
Once the obstacle of the door was bypassed, they both fell onto the unmade bed, the springs creaking under their combined weight. The homeowner broke away to start panting, the pale man giving a moment of reprieve as he began to work off the man’s sweater, soon followed by his jeans. The human assisted in kicking off his pant leg, exposing his bare legs which the visitor bent down to immediately start sinking his teeth into; he seemed to be quite fond of marking his territory. By the end of this, if he made it out alive, that is, he’d be littered in reminders of his embarrassing lack of dignity. The man had knowingly allowed a visitor into his home, and for nothing more than sexual pleasure. He was ashamed to admit he enjoyed the foreplay.
The creature went to remove the man’s boxers, finally stripping him of the last form of decorum he had remaining. He came face to face with the homeowner’s bleeding cunt, the man internally cursed at the dripping liquid as he’d neglected to lay down any form of protection for the sheets, once again.
The intruder's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, “Ah! So this is what I’ve been smelling recently, I’d assumed you were holding onto a corpse for whatever reason!” His tone was light, almost ecstatic.
“How kind. Comparing me to a corpse.” He grimaced.
The visitor's expression didn’t change, his cheek only rested on the man’s thigh as he maintained eye contact. “No, you smell better, fresh.”
That didn’t really make him feel any better, he just sighed and looked away, content to stare at a spot on the wall and try to remain stoic. That facade didn’t last for long as that freakish tongue once again got to work, licking a long stripe up the front of the man’s slit, making him mewl from surprise.
The kitten flicks only lasted for a moment, he soon shoved the entire muscle into the opening, exploring every inch excitedly. The noises that were produced soon surpassed the definition of obscene as they echoed throughout the room and likely the whole house. The man used his tongue to stretch him out, preparing him for more to come.
The homeowner’s body instinctively fought back by clenching down around the tongue, or maybe he was actually begging for more. His hips squirmed, lifting off the mattress to get closer to the source of the stimulation, the pale man used one large hand to push him down back against the bed. Once the homeowner caught on he tried his hardest to steady himself but couldn’t help the involuntary twitching, those spindly fingers brushing over his hip bone ever so lightly, tickling a little.
Every so often he’d force himself away from the warm heat to pleasure the engorged clit instead, making the homeowner whine in a way he never thought his pride would allow, he tried to cover his mouth with a hand which was quickly swatted away by the intruder—he learned his lesson and kept it tangled in the sheets instead.
He knew it wouldn’t take much preparation, and any form of artificial lube was completely unnecessary at the time so he didn’t spend too much time, despite enjoying the taste maybe a little too much.
He removed his head slowly, savoring the flavor with a hum before looking down at the man beneath him. His face was flushed along with his neck and ears, his breathing was labored and the rise and fall of his ribs was tantalizing and frantic. His pupil movement was rapid but he managed to focus them enough to use his equally shaking hand to point at the pale visitor’s face.
“Y-you’ve got a little… something..” He mumbled.
The visitor swiped his thumb across his own cheek, collecting the residue of blood there and licking it off with one clean swipe of his tongue.
“You taste divine.”
The homeowner grimaced once more, his nose scrunching up. ‘Only something like you would say that.”
The pale man hummed in thought, “perhaps you’re correct, nonetheless..”
He swiped a long finger across the man’s cunt and immediately stuck it into his mouth, proving his point. The homeowner hated that he found the display slightly erotic, even so he still pretended it only repulsed him, which wasn’t entirely untrue either. Since the stimulation stopped he could feel himself growing more desperate to be touched, his hole squeezed around nothing and the intruder clearly picked up on this, wasting no more time and removing his tattered pants.
The cloth was barely holding together and the fact that they were already much too big on his skinny hips let the creature slip them off without any effort, he had no underwear on underneath which the homeowner somewhat expected with how much of his hip bones and v-line were usually visible when he was just roaming around.
His erection stood at full attention, seemingly staring the human down. The man instantly knew that his previous issues with the length of his own fingers would no longer be a problem, this would reach whatever depth he craved, easily. He reached down and brushed a finger over the tip lightly, it twitched slightly but the intruder himself didn’t falter.
His cock was long and littered in veins, a bead of precum leaked from the head and the human swiped over the little slit with his thumb, smearing it across the shaft. His fingers traced down, wrapping it in his hand and giving it a few strokes, just to see what would happen.
“Human enough for you?”
He stared, unsure how to answer. “I suppose..?” Although it was likely much more than any human he’d been with had to offer, did this come with being a visitor? Did FEMA count enlarged genitalia as an official sign? He figured that was unlikely.
The visitor moved forward, spreading the man’s legs slightly to get better access. He used his long fingers to spread the homeowners lips, the man took this as a cue to wrap his legs around the visitors hips and tug him just a tad bit closer. The creature took his cock in his hands and lined it up with the human's entrance and slowly began to push the tip in.
He was met with little resistance, the length sliding in easily between the slicked folds. The homeowner winced for a moment due to the stretch but didn’t give any indication he wanted to stop, so the intruder continued. The heat was so welcoming, nothing compared to the scorching sun that ruled the daytime but somehow so much better, warm, alive. The homeowner squirmed as their bodies were finally fully connected, that itch was already being scratched, something he could never achieve on his own and he didn’t think he wanted to anymore.
His legs tightened their grip, ankles locking behind the pale man’s back and hands coming up to grasp his shoulders for stability. The thrusts began slow and shallow, only a few centimeters being removed at a time before being pushed right back in, like the visitor was afraid to leave the warmth.
However this was only the calm before the storm, the speed and depth soon increased, and the intruder began to pull out until all that was left inside was the head, slamming back in with bruising force. Similarly bruising was the grip he had on the homeowners hips, there would surely be finger marks when they were done, the digits digging into the layer of padding there.
The visitor’s unaffected act began to slip as he continued to impale the homeowner, his teeth bared in a smile with edges that faltered whenever he found himself buried to the hilt inside of the other man.
“Harder.. I can take it!” The homeowner wasn’t exactly sure if this statement was true but he screamed it nonetheless, the intruder honored his request, slamming inside with vigor. The human screamed, using his grip on the visitor’s shoulders to pull him down into another kiss. It was hard for their lips to stay connected when the force of the thrusts shook the entire bed each time, he had only just noticed that the frame was banging into the wall in time with the pale man’s movements, creating an audial sensation along with the physical one.
The taste of iron from his own split lip was intensifying, the intruder clearly couldn’t get enough as he licked into the other man’s mouth, trying to get as much blood as possible. They broke away, connected by a string of tinted saliva that quickly broke with their rough movements.
All of the sounds began to blend together in his head, his own voice crying out, the slap of skin, the squeak of the boxspring and the sound of a dent being carved into his wall. He could feel the man’s cock reaching deeper with every single thrust, soon hitting that spongy wall that made him cry out in a mix of pain and ecstacy. If this pace kept on he knew his cervix would be bruised tomorrow—if he made it to then..
The homeowner craned his neck forward, trying to steal a glimpse while he was still semi-conscious enough, his gaze landed on his lower stomach which was now slightly distended—a clear bulge disappearing and reappearing. He pulled his hand off of the pale man’s back and let the center of his palm rest on his belly, feeling the distending skin poke his hand each time.
The visitor’s hand joined his own, interlocking their fingers and pressing down harder into the man’s stomach, feeling himself inside.
“Does this excite you? Being so full?” His grin stretched from ear to ear, almost looking painful from how strained his mouth was.
The homeowner didn’t answer with words, completely unable to at this point, instead just nodding his head frantically to get the point across. His other hand, still located on the visitor’s shoulders, dug deep into the skin it was already clinging onto. His fingers curled inwards, dragging scratches across the creature's back, dead skin pilling under his nails.
Everything stung in the best way possible, the stretch was too much and perfectly enough at the same time. The homeowner could feel tears leaking onto his cheeks, rolling down his face and wetting the pillow underneath him as he squirmed. This intrigued the visitor, as he leaned down to lick the salty drops from the human’s face, more for his own pleasure than any form of comfort.
He pulled his face away, pretending to be more disgusted by the slimy tongue than he truly was, the pale man only laughed. He moved forward further, his thrusts never ceasing as he did so, once again paying attention to the bitemark he had left on the man’s shoulder, enamored by his own work. He licked at the dried blood that already began to crust over the wound, nibbling further into the areas around to savor even more of the taste.
The homeowner thanked himself for stocking up on turtlenecks as the idea of anyone seeing his neck for the next few days became more and more embarrassing. But that thought was cut short by another. Would he live to see other people again? Or was this it? The visitor had said that he wouldn’t tell him the truth about the end of their little affair as it would “spoil the fun”, but he couldn’t exactly ignore the prospect of quite literally being fucked to death.
But his mind also wasn’t equipped to think logically about the given scenario, if he wanted to care about his life he should’ve shot the monster through the door—put up a little fight instead of inviting the thing in to fuck him through a period-induced-horny-spell. He had no right to plead for his life when he had begged for the very one that would end it.
So he let all those thoughts die and focused on the pleasure building in his lower stomach, the knot twisting tighter by the moment. His cunt pulsed around the thick cock and his brain reveled in the thought of being wrapped around something so big.
The pale man’s thrusts were becoming sloppy but the depth stayed the same, something the human was thankful for. His cramps had completely subsided by now, the pleasure too overwhelming for such trivial pain to matter.
His entire body tensed, his fingers squeezing the visitor’s where they were still intertwined on his stomach, feeling the indent. He came with a wail which petered out into a whimper, as the sensation became too much to keep up such exaggerated noises.
The intruder wasn’t far behind, his fingers dug into the homeowner’s hips and he finally bit down with full force into the flesh in front of him, leaving a second mark right next to the first one. He came deep inside of the man, tip pressed against the entrance to his womb. Excess fluid spilled out from where they were most connected.
His entire body went slack, like an elastic that broke after being stretched too far. He immediately felt bloated, overwhelmingly full and mind crammed with multiple sensations. The pleasure was intense and hot, bordering on burning as more and more seeped from his hole. The homeowner was breathing heavily now, his ribs rising in a frantic yet slowing motion. He had to fight to keep his eyes open.
He felt the intruder slowly pull his softening cock out and instantly a rush of cum leaked onto the bed below them. He glanced down at the red tinged fluid and then noticed how the blood had also left its mark on the visitor, coating his length fully—he seemed pleased by this, as he neglected to wipe it off before shoving himself back into the tattered trousers.
The human could only stare as his eyelids grew heavy, the thought of dying once again penetrating his thoughts. He couldn’t bring himself to be worried, though.
He let the drowsiness consume his body, not stirring even when the weight of a blanket fell over him.
- - -
The homeowner awoke, very much alive and covered in his own dried cum and blood. If a picture was taken of his sleeping state, one might assume it was evidence for a crime scene. Flakes of blood covered his shoulder from the previously oozing bitemark, and throwing off the blanket revealed a similar scene smeared across his thighs and cunt, along with the bedding underneath him.
He sat up, only after that action did the ache in his entire body become evident. All of the man’s limbs were sore but nothing compared to the pain in the pelvis, the entire area on fire.
Finger-shaped bruises littered his skin, two indents for thumbs on his lower stomach, only a few inches below his bellybutton. A quick glance at his back revealed the rest of the hand, four lengthy bruises on each side. His legs were far from spared, they were also covered in purpling splotches and shallow bites.
A thought that popped into his mind after thoroughly assessing the state of his body was why he was even alive to begin with. Had the pale visitor forgot to kill him? Was he that good of a fuck that the thing decided returning for more was a better option? The homeowner didn’t particularly care for the reason, he was just glad to come out of the experience mostly unscathed.
He picked himself up, wincing at the full body pulse of pain, but he couldn’t sit in his own filth for any longer. He stripped the bed of the soiled sheets for the second time in two days, the difference was he would seriously consider throwing these ones out if the opportunity to buy more wasn’t growing more and more unlikely.
The homeowner bent over to scoop up his discarded clothes from the floor, but when he peered into the hamper to collect its contents, he found it empty. He was almost positive that he had chucked the dirty clothes and towel from the other night into the wicker basket, but what he was seeing now proposed the opposite.
He shrugged, unwilling to think about it further, trudging to the bathroom with his sheets in hand, a limp obvious in his step.