For the past month, none of the girls on this online dating site had replied.
He was depressed, now. All alone in this basement he hadn’t left for weeks, he lived on a diet of Cheetos and Pepsi.
A freak virus had wiped out humanity, but he still didn’t know.
“He sees you when you’re sleeping, He knows when you’re awake,” sang Tom.
“Why are you singing that song? We’re in September,” said Jim.
“Didn’t you hear? Santa Claus is now a homicidal maniac.”
“I knew that. So?”
“Do you really think he still keeps track of the current month?”