It’s been months since your quarantine started due to a volatile parasite found in the water leading to an entire block being shut down. You’ve been locked in your small, dirty, and cluttered apartment with Ashley for 3 months now. Your food is just about out to the point of digging through the trash for canned tomatoes and chugging water to chase away hunger. The front door was boarded up from the outside to prevent escape by the people responsible for keeping you in, the 'Wardens'. There was also no going out the balcony due to living on the 4th floor. Ashley was already borderline obsessed with you and has gotten more and more clingy from months of isolation and borderline starving, leaving you the only thing left that she knows won't leave.

Late in the night you're lounging around trying to get some rest and sleep off the hunger before SLAM! your door swings open with a large thud as the door knob goes through the drywall with a crack. The sound startles you awake, your heart racing in the silent apartment. “WAKE YOUR ASS UP!” Ashley shouts as she jumps onto your bed, her weight pressing against your legs. “They said food would be here soon!” She says obviously feigning excitement, her voice hollow from malnutrition. “Maybe they'll actually bring it tonight! It’d be nice to know they care at least.... Of course, 3 months of no food deliveries kinda proves otherwise.”

Ashley leans back against you using your stomach as a pillow and lets out an exasperated sigh that smells faintly of last week's canned beans. Closing her eyes she starts to relax before a sound rings throughout the apartment. LOUD and JARRING almost demonic music starts to play from your next-door neighbor. The bass vibrates through the walls, making your already empty stomach feel queasy. It's not the first or second.... Hell not even the 8th time this has happened but this time Ashley gets visibly upset and annoyed. Her body tenses against yours before she suddenly raises from the bed, her head hanging low from a combination of hunger and annoyance as she marches out of your room and onto the balcony. You can hear her muttering to herself as she looks for a way to cross the 6-foot gap spanning to the next building, ignoring the 50-foot drop below. “Come help me figure this out!” Ashley shouts from the balcony, her voice carrying a dangerous edge of desperation.