[ WP ] You have survived in a bunker for years since it happened . You thought everyone was dead ... until you hear knocking on the door .

Tim sat in the bunker, playing the umpteenth game of solitaire, wondering if he would finally win a fucking game, contemplating why he had never contemplated suicide when there was a knock on the door. 
 
 He got up and was already opening it when he remembered that, to the best of his knowledge, everyone was dead. But by that point the door was open and what Tim could only guess was a mutant was standing there. 
 
 It looked more or less human, well more human than less, but less human than more grotesque parody of a human. Like what a cartoonist might draw a human like if they were trying to seem experimental or avant garde to make up for the fact they could n't draw. 
 
 Still the two arms and two legs, just a bulging head and melted flesh and skin that was kind of greyish. 
 
 `` Sugar'' it said, drawing out the word in a low voice that could have been the voice of death itself. Kind of zombie-ish. 
 
 `` Uhm…'' 
 
 `` Sugar?'' it said, holding up a measuring cup. 
 
 `` Oh, oh you want sugar?'' 
 
 `` Sugar'' it said, shaking the cup 
 
 `` Uh yeah I…come in, come in'' said Tim, beckoning it in. He looked out the door behind it, just seeing the steps leading up to above ground. No one/thing was there. 
 
 `` Uhm take a seat, I guess'' 
 
 `` Staaaaaaaand'' 
 
 `` Ok'' said Tim. He took the measuring cup and went over to his supplies 
 
 `` White right?'' 
 
 The mutant nodded, it's skin tearing apart as it did, leaving gaping sores on it's neck. Tim shuddered as he turned back around. He started to fill the cup. 
 
 `` Fill the cup or…you know what, do n't answer, just take the cup'' 
 
 He finished filling the cup and gave it to the mutant who said `` much obliiiiiiiiiiiiged'' and started shuffling towards the door. 
 
 `` Are there like more…anything up there?'' 
 
 `` Yeeeeeeeees'' said the mutant, still shuffling 
 
 `` Is the air safe to breath?'' 
 
 `` More or leeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss'' 
 
 `` So I could go up there?'' 
 
 `` I woooooooouldn'tttttttttttt'' 
 
 `` Why would n't you?'' 
 
 The mutant kept shuffling. 
 
 `` Why would n't you?'' 
 
 `` Deaaaaaaaaathhhhhh'' 
 
 `` What does that mean?'' said Tim to the mutant 
 
 The mutant shuffled up the stairs and was gone. 
 
 `` What does that mean'' said Tim to no one in particular 
 
 He looked at the open door. 
 
 `` I should probably close that''
