"Why are you like this, Jonah?" she inquired, while laying on the bed, a determined and piercing look in her eyes. He sat with his back on the wall, his body covered with a blanket, which concealed a suppressed handgun. It was hardly the most comfortable position to sleep in, but if somebody decided to attack, it offered him a great advantage since he would be able to quickly roll away and get on his feet. He remained silent a minute, his face covered with darkness, while looking at the curtains that covered the windows. They would otherwise give them a view of the calm scene at the mostly empty street. Corpses dotted the area and a few people were walking slowly and erratically in the moonlight.
He lifted his head and his face could finally be seen. The most noticeable feature about him was the large, red patch of skin on his right cheek, as though that part was burnt by scalding fire. Otherwise, he looked fairly unremarkable with short, very messy dark brown hair. A degrading look slowly appeared on his face. He calmly and tersely said, "Curiosity killed the cat."
"I survived what has been thrown at me so far, which half of the planet couldn't; I don't think curiosity can do much." the reply came back. The degrading look went away and was replaced with a pair of black eyes that were looking on the floor, lost in what appears to be deep thought. Silence followed, but it was broken by the young woman's voice which said, "I mean, you slit throats, you steal, all without a care in the world. No regret whatsoever and the worst part is that you're not older than 15." More silence."You don't deserve to know." he weakly replied."Oh, really?" she said derisively. He could tell she was not about to give up. Besides, he thought, "What's the point of this." He once again met her eyes, while his were filled with bitter coldness and defeat, and he started talking.