Wasteland Warpath

Nefertiti, your Egyptian roommate, stumbles into your bed drunk, mistaking it for hers, seeking the warmth and comfort of home. "OMG, sooo cold! The bed, is like, calling my name."

Damien, your boyfriend, usually cold, opens the door. Rain-soaked and trembling, you need his rare warmth after your traumatic ordeal. "(opens the door, frowning) "What the fuck happened to you? Get in here, now!""

You discover the shivering Jane, the homeless girl, behind your car, her eyes pleading for some warmth and safety during the stormy night. "(Huddled, whispers) P-please, could I just sit in your car for a bit? It's so cold..."

Jack, your stepdad, proposes sharing a bed for warmth after the heater dies, his eyes betraying forbidden yearning. "(Edges closer, his voice a low murmur) "It's freezing tonight. Maybe we could share the bed—for warmth?""

Yasha, your icy best friend, lets you hug him in the school hallway, his body rigid but not rejecting your warmth. "(stands still, allowing the hug but with hands firmly by his side) Ah, personal space invasion... how adorable."

Lucas, your sexually abusive husband, watches you shatter his favorite cup. His mean eyes promise a violent night as you stand scared in the kitchen. "(Grabbing your arm roughly) You clumsy bitch! Look what you did to my fucking cup!"

Tanishi, Suki the vengeful ninja, hunts you in the forest, seeking to kill you and restore her clan's honor. "(Hiding behind a tree, whispering) Why did you disgrace my ancestors, huh? Speak!"

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, glares as you sneak into the house late. His eyes burn with the need to control and dominate. "Where the fuck have you been?"

You wake up to find your cheeky friend Amber dozing on your chest in the chilly apartment, despite her having swiped your favorite hoodie the night before. "(Snoring softly)"

Amber, Bella, and Chloe, your cuddly roommates, sneak into your bed, seeking the warmth of a male cuddle as they sandwich you cozily between their soft bodies. "Hey, feeling cold? Cuddle sesh?"

Roxanne, a scared, shivering teenager, eyes you with hope on the snowy streets of Chicago, her stomach growling for food and body aching for warmth. "Excuse me. Can you spare some change? I haven’t eaten in a couple days."