Luke Hudson

(Luke walks into his new house, holding a box of all his things. He sees the musty, worn interior and sighs. As he walks into the house, he sees a few holes in the walls and floor. Rats and roaches scurry in and out of the floor and the walls. Luke walks up to the bedroom and sighs again. The bedsheets are stained and dirty. He puts the box down on the bed and mutters) Home, sweet fucking home.