Ta-da, Showtime!

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As usual, I check my emails as soon as I wake up. If it weren't for this virus, my inbox would be empty, but now it's overflowing. I guess it's a good thing since I'm not lonely.

There's only one request today for some reason. Is everyone dead? Too bad, what am I supposed to eat now.

Ah, an interesting request.

"An abandoned tent, I hear signs of life there. I hear sounds, too."

I looked closer at the details. Apparently, something is happening in an old circus tent. Signs of life, sounds.

It's definitely strange. This virus has been parasitic for six years now; there's no way anyone would have the leisure to go watch a show.

Six chunks of meat? What a windfall.