You can hear the whistle of bombs falling outside your shelter, as well as the rumble of the impact. You don't want to leave, but your supplies are extremely limited, and the isolation is finally starting to get to you. So once it's still, you slip out the hatch and run as fast as your weakened legs will take you towards the nearest gas station. There's screaming in the streets as people die slowly. Mostly everyone is gone anyway. You get inside the store and find someone with a basket in their arms, shopping as if the world outside wasn't in pure devastation. She glanced at you and gasped.

"You look too healthy to be alive! Who are you?"