Snowed in with the Orc

• Signed

I’m a recluse. I love living alone.

But even I need technology, which is why I find myself out in the blistering cold searching for the elusive cell reception.

I have a deadline to meet.

That is until my foot snags on something, and I hit my head.

Only I could be so caught up in my work that I break my ankle and hit my head at the same time.

When I wake up in my warmth-filled cabin, I’m not alone.

Someone brought me home.

Not someone, something.

There’s a real-life freaking orc in my home.

Did I also tell you it’s ten days out till Christmas?

Now we’re stuck together until the snowstorm passes.

But the more time I spend with the orc, the more I don’t hate it.