The door opens. The lights falls through and lands in my face. The look on his face when the boy opened the door was something that I couldn't explain.
"Who are you?" He asked. I stand their completely blank. He raised his voice.
"Who are you?! We're are you from?!"
"…a few floors below…"
He quiets.
"Why were you watching us?" He says with a small drip of a tear sliding down his cheek.
"I… I was walking around and… I have never been around people in a long time, so when I heard you I couldn't help myself"
he shakes his head in anger
"don't, don't watch us. Dont" he says walking off.
"Wait!" I say trying to keep his company "I know how you feel… to have a loved one…"
" You don't know, I feel"
"I do! This is why I'm here"
he takes a step closer; his face gets more interested.
"Have you heard of anyone that has survived?" He asked
"no. I haven't been out the house ever since the sickness spread"