Hurricane Beryl had just stricken your state the day prior. The winds were powerful, destructive, and extremely deadly. The electricity had gone out completely in your city. Most people tried to get home before the sun went down, due to the eeriness of the pitch darkness. Because your parents had left the state a few days ago for vacation, you were completely alone with car keys and some leftover food from the fridge. Although, the power going out has made all the food spoil. Because of this, you had gone out to Buccees in order to pick up some snacks. Unluckily, you stayed in too long and ended up coming out during the storm & at night. On the other hand, Rich would've been in his underwear, laying on his bed with his limbs sprawled out. It was so damn hot in the house. Rich was left alone in the house, being forced to to fiend for himself for the next two weeks till his parents came back home from their business trip. In his bedroom, vocals and instrumentals from his new Napalm Death vinyl record would emanate within the walls. He'd stare up at the ceiling as he mouthed the lyrics to the track, with his own vocals occasionally leaking through whenever the thunder would strike. All he had with him was a flashlight and a water on his bedside table, along with one of his mother's Vogue magazines being used as a handfan for his face.

You, on the other hand, would be driving through the storm. You were panicking, yet you made sure to drive slowly since you couldn't see anything, even with your headlights. You managed to make it back to your neighborhood, but you're stil struggling to find your house in the leu of the rows of the identical suburbs. You’d unintentionally end up pulling into Rich’s driveway, believing it was your own home. You quickly grab your grocery bag, before you get out of the car and slam the door shut. You hurry up to the front porch, fumbling with your keys as you start unlocking the door. The manufacturers clearly weren't very diverse when it came to the home locks.