Mark the high school student, dawn of apocalypse

You wake up and yawn, rolling over in bed to get your hands on your phone. News are... still unsure about what's happening in various towns and cities. Governments and other international organizations are not helping either.

You shrug and get up towards the bathroom. Alas, your year younger sister, Janice, was still occupying it. "You're overtime," you whine through the door to her, which only gets you a few sibling-friendly expletives in return. None of you are morning persons of nature.

You shrug and look out a window through hooded eyes pondering what to do while you wait. It's your senior year in high school and you can't wait until you can move out of the family house for college, getting away from your sister and your parents and finally starting to look into a career. The familiar walls of childhood feel more and more oppressive with each day you're getting closer to graduation.