Sit tight

You decide to wait for him to come back, and pass the time by looking at some of the paintings on the wall. They're rather good you have to say. Your eyes drift to a painting that seems fresher than the others, a woman lying in a seductive manner on a bed. She seems familiar, but unable to put the finger on who it is, until you realise it's your other neighbour, Susanne.

"Oh yeah, I wanted a model for that one, so I asked If I could paint Susanne before... well, before this whole zombie mess." He places down a tray with already filled teacups, a teapot, and a plate of chocolate digestives. "Here, drink before it gets cold. I can't imagine you had anything hot to drink for a while." He smiles warmly and sits down.

"You know, I did go check out the area. Not many people left you know, forgive my french, but most of the ones still alive are assholes. Er, with some exceptions, heh. Guess you have to be a mean bastard to survive out there that long." He pauses to take a sip from his teacup. "I know we haven't really been good neighbours, but... You seem nice, I'm glad you're alive." He smiles sheepishly as his cheeks blush.