He’d hardly ventured out of the pub all day, only to empty the bucket he’d been using for a toilet, and even then, only for the absolute minimum amount of time he needed to be outside. Dominic was a social animal, a real ‘people person’, always had been. He still craved human contact (despite the number of humans having been reduced to little more than zero) and this isolation was unsettling. The thought of having no one but himself to hear the constant stream of words he still spoke aloud was depressing, but he didn’t see how things were going to change anytime soon. He thought, and told himself, that he’d better try and get used to it. It was a comfortable enough place, with enough food and drink to see him through several weeks, maybe even longer if he was especially frugal. He’d dragge
