Cleetus

Hannah's attention turned to another door, which had a dark green color to it. She slowly opened it and stepped inside.

When she entered, Hannah sniffed, discovering a rather filthy stench in the apartment. Not only was it unkempt and pretty dirty, but it had a very unsettling odor that made her sick to her stomach.

Then, a man wearing a stained white shirt, a pair of blue overalls, and a pair of mismatched shoes came from the kitchen. He had very messy dark blond hair, as well as brown eyes, and also sported noticeable stubble on his jaw.

"Well, howdy-do, living dead girl," he said, a noticeable Southern twang to his accent.

"Uh, hi." Hannah replied.

"This is Hannah Winfield, and if you're assuming she's dead, then you're obviously wrong." Belladonna told him.

"Really? I'll be damned," the man replied before nibbling on what looked to be an actual human leg. "My name's Cleetus, by the way."

He suddenly let out a loud burp, which caused Hannah to leer in disgust. "Just so you know, I have limited time here, so..." she said before she set her eyes on the kitchen.

"Do you mind if I look inside? There must be some kind of funny smell," she asked.

Cleetus shrugged before he watched her enter the kitchen. As Hannah had noticed, she was getting closer to the smell, which would lead her to the fridge.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, and her eyes widened. Inside the fridge were dead, rotting body parts belonging to Cleetus's previous victims.

"Oh god!!" she muttered to herself as she felt the urge to vomit.

Leaving the kitchen and then heading out of Cleetus' apartment, she ended up puking onto the ground. After that, she heard him from inside. "Maybe we can meet again sometime. I'd love to have a little dinner with you."

"You can say that again," she said to herself as Belladonna exited the apartment and approached her.

"Sounds like you got a weak stomach," she said.

"Sorry," Hannah replied.