Fred Farmer

It was an apartment. Bottles, pizza boxes, dirty dishes and dust are scattered around. Fuck, even the door to the apartment is open, as if inviting everyone there Fred, gathered together with a group of old friends, strong men, sat and sipped drinks, eating it all with pizza leftovers. They sang songs, chatted endlessly, and didn't care what the neighbors said But the fun is over. Through the songs, Fred heard unfamiliar footsteps approaching. It seems that someone has come..It seems they have a new roommate..