"So, you want to survive in Monster Gulch. That's cute. I'll give you a few tips on the house.
Number one: never interact with anyone. It doesn't matter how much hair or skin they have. Everyone is a monster and everyone who wants to survive will go to any length possible to do it.
Number two: If you manage to break the first rule and find a kind, trustworthy companion to team up with, don't become attached. Everyone who doesn't intend on stabbing your back will eventually die a slow, horrible death while you watch powerlessly."
"Geez Mark, chillax." said a nasally voice belonging to the pale vampire sitting on the couch behind him. Mark let out a dry chuckle as he realized he was blankly staring at a television in front of him while he was sitting on a dusty ottoman. Of course, the TV was not plugged in. It didn't work. Enis simply kept it there for the look.
"Heh, sorry Enis." Enis knew Mark was a thing called a...ituber? Before the short war and eventual 'apocalypse' Mark would make videos where he would talk to a camera in his pajamas. Some days Enis would find Mark staring into space and giving advice or commentary to literally nothing. It was weird, but it was one of the few things that seemed to make Mark happy, and considering how damaged he had become under the circumstances, Enis saw no reason to disallow it.
"Hey you should probably get to sleep soon," Enis said as he took a bite of cold popcorn. "It's getting late and I have a feeling you're going to be waking up ungodly early." Mark rolled his eyes at the comment. Even before the apocalypse, he enjoyed getting an early start to the day, much to the annoyance of his twitter followers.
Mark walked over to the hallway, which contained a switch that controlled all the power outlets in the house. Electricity was a rarity nowadays, and Mark was thankful he was able to become friends with a "Devilishly Handsome Sparkly Vampire" like Enis. As annoying as he was, Mark definitely would have died multiple times from infections if it wasn't for Enis' strange but surprisingly effective magic spells and rituals.
He flipped off the switch. The whole house went dark as Mark's other senses immediately heightened. He felt around the bumpy wall until he found a corner to sit down in.
He held very tightly onto his overstuffed backpack like a pillow as he got into a comfortable sleeping position.
"G'night!" he yelled to Enis a few rooms away.
"Night, Mark!" Enis yelled back.
The howling of werewolves in the distance drifted Mark into a fitful sleep.
Jack settled down in an abandoned building which appeared to be an old bakery based on all the empty display shelves. He hid out of sight of the front window by ducking behind the counter. It wasn't the best possible hide out but the last place you wanted to be at night was outside.
He took what few possessions he had out of his old laptop bag and tried to remain calm. He was still catching his breath after outrunning a pack of bipedal werewolf creatures. Be cringed at the large cut running down his right forearm that he had received from one of the beasts. He tried, with little success, to slow the bleeding by applying pressure with his left arm.
"Holy fucking shit" Jack whispered as he felt the tears swelling in his eyes, holding in a scream. It seemed like the gash running down his arm was getting more painful each second. He didn't have any sort of first aid supplies with him. He ripped off part of his sleeve to wrap around his arm as a makeshift band-aid and prayed that it wasn't infected. If he had to lose the arm he wouldn't last very long at all.
After gaining a bit more control of his breathing Jack lay down on the floor and clung onto his green blanket with all his strength. He clenched his teeth together as tears ran down his face, but he somehow found a way to make it to sleep