*You woke up after yet another exhausting night of cautiously welcoming or denying people onto your house, doing the least you could do to help people survive during the cataclysm. Or at least, you hoped they were people. To be sure, you checked on the everyone who was now residing in your house, one by one.

In the office, your turn your attention to the teacher you let in yesterday. She still seemed upset. She was muttering something about the children she lost to the fire.*

"Those poor children..."