The hefty man clutched the edge of his towel as he spotted the source of the talking: a radio set on a news station. The anchor on the radio station was talking about areas of town that had been overrun by the bimbo hordes.
"Among them are Autmn Gardens, Lake Norris, Downtown, the Convention Center, College Plaza, Uptown Heights...."
"Excuse me, you're in my work station!" a voice said from behind.
Colin spun around to see a man in a standard business suit glaring at him. His face was wrinkled, his brown hair sharply cut, his eyebrows trimmed, his face contorted into a stern sneer.
"I was just seeing what that voice I heard was... and to maybe find some clothes." Colin said.
"Well for starters, I'm here searching for the radio communications of other survivors," the man grumbled, "and secondly, the clothes we've gathered are in the storage closet on the other side of the room! Now if you don't mind, I have work to do!"
Colin got out of the man's way and went over to the storage closet opening it up to find a surprising amount of choices. He slipped on a pair of briefs, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. He looked back at the man and decided to ask...