A young man sat on an old, splintered table, a cigarette hanging loose from his lips. He fumbled around in his pocket for some matches. Finally finding his match book he was very disappointed to find it empty. After all that work of finding the cigarettes he didn't have any matches. "Go fucking figure." He said to himself. He threw the empty matchbook on the floor and sighed, deciding to go find some. He crouched down next to the dead body on the floor and started to dig through the pockets of the corpse. He sighed to himself as he came up empty. He moved over to the next one and dug through the pockets on that one, finding a lighter and smiling ear to ear. It wasn't that he was addicted to the cigarettes it was just that they calmed him down. After all he'd be through he needed something to calm him down, anything. The last few hours had been nothing but fear and adrenaline coursing through his body. Lighting the cigarette and blowing out a cloud of smoke he felt much better. Something slammed against the window making him jump up, gun aiming at the noise. A man, no older than he was, pressed up against the glass of the window. Normally this isn't much to be afraid of but when the man is missing half his face and his mouth is stuck in an evil looking lipless grin it tends to cause a little bit of fear. The young man giggled quietly. He knew he was trapped and he knew he would probably die. He took another long drag of his cigarette, blew a smoke cloud, and smiled at the man hitting the window. "You look hungry fucker," he said to the lipless man "to bad that window's there." He smiled again and flipped the man off.

The young man looked at the window again after a short nap and realized that Lipless found some friends. An old woman with a torn out eye and a kid with his bottom jaw and most of his neck torn away had joined the lipless one and were hitting the window. "All we need now is an alien invasion and I'll have myself a party." The young man said chuckling to himself. He laughed louder when he heard pounding at the door of the room. He lit another cigarette and laid back down, smiling to himself. He wasn't sure why he was smiling but he couldn't help it. Everything suddenly seemed so funny to him. Everything he had done to survive has now suddenly pointless because he was trapped in a nine by nine room with one window and a cheap wooden door, not to mention 3 rounds in his gun. The door splintered then cracked and an arm stuck threw reaching out for him. It pulled back and continued to hit the door. The cheap wooden door cracked more, and the young man suddenly realized what he had to do. He started to giggle and found he couldn't stop himself. He put the gun against his temple, still giggling and pulled the trigger.