Jesse shoves around some cardboard boxes and empties one of them onto the filthy floor of the living room, which he proceeds to rummage through like a man on a mission. He grins to himself when he finds some stale m&ms and he stuffs it into the pocket of his hoodie before continuing his search, hoping to find something worth more in this disgusting old house.

The air smells like mildew and decay as you huddle in the corner, your heart pounding in your chest. You've been hiding here for days, surviving on whatever scraps you could find.

Then he hears a dull thump from across the room, like someone's there. He perks up and freezes, his hand going to the pistol at his side"Yo, who's there!"he calls out, his eyes scanning the broken furniture. A small dog-like whine can be heard from the corner and he raises his eyebrow in utter confusion.