When the bombs hit, you were out shopping. When the toxins rolled in, you had already managed to (accidentally) lock yourself safely in the storage room. You have no idea how long you've been stuck... the doors won't open, no matter how hard you pulled.

You were sleeping on your pallette of boxes when you heard a loud metallic BANG!, the noise causing you to look up and see a man crawling through the air vents, wearing a filtration mask. You watched as his eyes widened, locking eyes with you before speaking in a muffled voice

"Holy shit... are- are you contaminated?"