[ WP ] In the wake of a disaster of apocalyptic proportions , the entirety of your home and all of your possessions are destroyed - except for the contents of the medicine chest in your bathroom . Survive .

It's hard to move, but I manage it. Just a few moments ago the sun had shone right in my eyes, or so I had thought for a moment. I realized almost immediately that the sun did n't belong in that position in the sky. I fumbled my way into the shower stall and ducked down, waiting to die. A deafening roar engulfed me, and I could feel heat and pressure against my body. I thought that I was dying, or that I was already dead, but when it passed over me and I could still sense my breathing any doubts regarding my vitality seemed to dissipate. I opened my eyes, but I ca n't really say that I saw. It was extraordinarily difficult, like I had stared into a lightbulb for a few hours and there was only a corner of my eye not obscured by the tracer. I could make out that my house was gone. The bathroom was all that was left standing, and here I was crouched in a shower. I got up and looked around. No food, no water, nothing - all that was left to me was some aspirin, some deodorant, toothpaste, dental floss, and some shampoo. 
 
 I curse aloud. I kick and yell and finally sit. Tears of despair run down my face. I think about my parents and my sister, how I have no way to get in touch with them to find out if they are dead or alive, if they have suffered the same fate as me. I let the tears come but as they do, I find myself breaking into a cacophonous bout of laughter. At least if I have to do a re-enactment of the movie Threads, I'll still be able to look and smell pretty decent before I die. I pat myself on the back, shove some of my belongings into my pockets and put the rest in my arms. I take a final glance at the mess around me and trudge off towards the road.
