The Bradbury Apartments

Sully held the notice in his hands, rubbing his thumb along the paper as if he could smudge the words away. He was to get a roommate. He had lived alone for so long but he was a fool to think it would last forever. Most of his neighbors were strangers shoved together to make room for more. Some became families and others enemies. You had little choice. The other side, the dayside, the world beyond the gates cared little for anyone here. The Nocturnals were animals and could be shove into their tenements like cattle in a barn.

He crumpled the paper in his hands. Sully was uninterested in making friends. They would sleep on the floor and leave him alone. He didn't need some newbie underfoot plaguing him with questions about his affliction. Why do our veins glow? Why am I so tired during the day? Does this mean I'm a vampire? He rolled his eyes. There had been a number of new people who came through and all behaved like small children with their incessant questions. Many of them calmed down and adapted. A few could not. Their graves were in stacked urns in a converted alleyway. There was no use getting close.