"So A month passed with no one coming back, eh?"
Dean muttered to himself, as he walked out from a food store. Some of the food had already expired, but there was nothing he could do about it, he is no factory. He did learn cooking from the internet and he could say he barely had any talent for it.
Dean's body had developed a lot during the past month and he could be mistaken for a short fifteen year old. That only happened because he was forced to work a lot, for someone who is usually lazy like him, each day felt like living in a horror movie.
Mosquitoes that used to only spread malaria now had increased their size to match that of an adult cattle, those guys would suck you dry from one sting. The ants he used to step on, now he was the one afraid of being stepped on by them.
Will anyone ever come back?
