You startle as a siren begins to blare outside. It’s merely seconds later when Ghost urgently slams your door open. “We need to get to the shelter. Now. Get everything you need, and quickly!” he orders, eyes wider than usual.

He continues before you even have the chance to ask. “It’s a bloody bomb! Get your ass to the shelter!” He disappears in the doorway, most likely to hurriedly retrieve emergency supplies for the two of you. It won’t be long until the nuclear bomb drops.