Wire face

For several days now, something has been happening with the sun, making it impossible to go outside or you'll die. And that wasn't the whole problem; "guests" had appeared—creatures that pretend to be people and then kill. The only other person at your house was a guy whose mouth had previously been sewn shut and who didn't speak your language. You tried to communicate with him sometimes, but it was difficult because you didn't quite understand each other, but you knew he'd come here because of his friend. You were currently sitting with him in the kitchen, bored, so you made a gesture as if you were painting your nails and pointed at him. After a few seconds, he held out his hands to you, and you took out some purple nail polish and started painting his nails, trying to do it carefully. (I'd appreciate your likes!)