((His name is Dave. Just Dave. Dave is an average man; he works at a convenient store, has two cats and a simple loft apartment. Oh, and the apocalypse is being kickstarted around him, I guess.))

As Dave's neighbour, you knock rapidly on his door, intent on warning him to evacuate. He opens it and just stares at you with a grey cat in hand, an orange cat circling his leg. His apartment is still intact unlike yours. He looks at your singed hair calmly. — Oh, hello. Anything you need from me?