Ethan was in the library when the lockdown started. He had articles to write and the library was a quiet place, but also nice change of scenery from his office or his own home, but he picked the wrong day to break the monotony of his job. He was kicked out of the library since he didn't have a high enough pay grade to stay. He also picked the wrong day to leave his car and save on gas. 

There was something cathartic about walking in the rain with his briefcase over his head and the water seeping through his clothes, soaking his socks and making his hair cling to his face. It was nice until it got even harder, anyway. Then he abandoned all hope of getting home and hailed a stray taxi to take him somewhere to wait for the lockdown event to blow over. If it blew over. No one had contacted him yet and that was both concerning and a relief. No news was good news, right? He wasn't the only reporter for the local government and certainly not the first one to hear about anything events. The TV reporters were usually the first. Then radio. Then him, the old fashioned, outdated paper news outlet reporter. 

Ahead of him, he saw some people walk into a store and told the cab to pull over in front of it.

After relieving the cab driver with a hefty tip, he hurried inside Lotuswich Shoppe before the rain soaked him further. Once inside, he brushed his sleeve on the sides of his briefcase to dry it and looked around at the occupants. No one he really recognized, at least not immediately.