The apocalypse had come. Everything was to be lost. Well, almost everything. Travis stood in a line numbering in a range he couldn't easily count, and truthfully, didn't care to. Instead, he observed the overall condition of the people standing around him. He saw before him a group of soot-engulfed, anxious people, comparable to what would've been called 'homeless'. But, of course, they were all virtually homeless now. The line moved surprisingly quickly, and Travis soon found himself close enough to the door to make out most of it's details.
In simple terms, one might have expected it to home giants, not humans. The door itself seemed made of a very heavy, very thick slab of metal. It's gray, melancholy look made Travis feel a little on-edge, as the thought crossed his mind that he might never see sunlight again. As he waited, he noticed the primary function of the guards outside the door involved an inspection. Thoroughly searching each 'guest', any found with concealed weapons were immediately thrown out. Quite literally, thrown out. Travis should have expected as much, as a couple of knifes and guns locked in a giant vault with nothing to shoot but other survivors seemed like a partially bad idea. At least the food would last longer, Travis thought as another man found with pocket knives was thrown away from the door like a rag doll. He himself became slightly worried now, as he was carrying concealed fire arms of his own. I still have time, he thought, but what to do? He looked up at the fiery sunlight, took in a deep breath, and began thoroughly searching his surroundings.