It had been 6 hours since the Fusion Wave hit, and Katie, former socialite, and her new friend Barry, a homeless "man" were holed up inside her house to stay safe from the ongoing riots. Her brother was off at college and her parents were both on a business trip. They had all been transformed, but were safe.
Katie had just finished grabbing lunch with her best friends and was walking to the park to meet her boyfriend when the Fusion Wave hit - she was knocked off of her feet, and the last thing she remembered was feeling a strong wave of hot air, and a red sky full of lightning. It was gone now, replaced by a normal night - but there were fires going on - set everywhere by rioters that were both untransformed and transformed alike. Yes, many were looting, but others were running. The untransformed were hunting the transformed everywhere, terrified of the "freaks" and doing everything in their power to prevent themselves from catching the "disease", one that didn't exist. The US military (all of its untransformed individuals) had been dispatched to restore civil order in every state - and about every country in the world was doing the same.
Barry had just finished taking a shower, something he hadn't done, sadly, in quite some time. Sitting at the kitchen counter, he and Katie comforted each other, wondering what they would do with their new forms.