Totally unprepared. Separated from pretty much everyone. I'm with my boyfriend in a dinky apartment in Queens. Thankfully, we are on the second floor with barred windows. I'm pretty sure the tenants downstairs are dead... or are too scared to make a sound.
It's time like these I am actually grateful my boyfriend keeps a never-ending stock of canned food, Gatorade, and water.
Maybe a gun or crossbow.