It's not just you, it's not just your imagination.
He's actually one of them, shambling through the house at night, moaning and groaning whenever the fridge is empty.
You've seen the way he always seems to find the one thing you just cleaned, right?
The look in his eye, it's not love, it's hunger.
Don't worry, we're not here to judge. We're just here to provide you with some... support.
Would you like some support?
Or maybe you'd like some advice on how to survive this new reality?