[ Better the devil you know is than the devil you don't - or something like that - runs through your head as you hastily start boarding up the doors and windows for the impending attack. The nails (while rusty) should do and it isn't too long before only the thinnest steams of light streams in as triple-stacked plywood stands between you and whatever that goes bump in the night outside. ]

[ Which leaves the next item on the list: the radio. You press the various buttons, give it a nice solid thwack on the side before it blinks green signaling an open transmission. Hurriedly before its cut off, you send out your SOS. For the next few tense moments, nothing but broken static is the grim reply. Did your message make it through? Was someone there to receive it? ]

[ Only time will tell. ]

[ And with the first thump on the barricaded door, you have something else pressing to deal with at this moment. ]

Current Door Health: 5 HP