The morning was just one problem after another. He had woken up late despite having about 2 alarm clocks set to wake him up so he could get cleaned and dressed up for another grueling day at the hospital he worked, his morning coffee would have to be forgotten as the coffee maker was now busted, and as icing to top off the cake of hell that was given to him, Auriok was listening to the news as he was getting dressed to see what had happened during the night, shot outs, stabbing, car collisions, when it was suddenly changed to a stammering Richard Burns, which was unusual since the fellow was always calm and collected before. Listening as the broadcast continued he soon learned why Richard was acting that way and cursed silently at the news. "So they finally gone and done it," he said with a sigh, throwing off his work clothes and getting dressed in blue jeans, a yellow dress shirt and slipping on his sneakers, "its only more pointless killing of innocents. Pathetic." he said as he went and grabbed some of his stuff, some extra clothes, some money and pens, and threw it all in a suitcase as he went and picked up his briefcase that held all of his instruments. He wouldn't doubt that someone of his skills was going to be needed as they waited for all of this to blow over.<br/><br/>Heading out of his house that he had paid a small fortune on, Auriok didn't give the place a second look as he moved out. He lived in the suburbs and was far from where some of the more ideal bomb shelters were at, but the city had built them all over the place and there was a couple close by that he could head to. As he headed east towards the nearest one, the panicked faces of some people as they ran only amused him, running and panicking wasn't going to do them any good. Only a cool and level head would prosper right now, he silently hoped as he carried everything in one hand while tossing a pen in the air and catching it with the other.<br/><br/>Soon he had reached the bomb shelter that he planned on, seeing a crowd already formed as they tried to get their way inside. Women and children were crying and holding each other close, men fought back and forth with words and ,when tempers flared, their fists. He found it all rather amusing to tell the truth. Humans, and he was no exclusion to this, were fickle things that would do anything for self preservation, even going so far as to kill hundreds just to preserve one little life. For awhile he just stood there and watched it all until he brought up his briefcase and opened it up, closing it a moment later and holding a scalpel, his knowledge of the human body about to become useful in another way.<br/><br/>Pushing his way through the crowd, he was glad to see that he was mostly ignored but a couple people saw him snaking his way through the crowd and tried to stop him, ending with their wrists cut several times as they tried to grab hold of him. Continuing this game of cut and run, Auriok had soon made it to the front of the crowd. He kept himself as close to the door as he possibly could with his things on the ground next to him as he kept back anyone who tried to push him out of the way or attack him, Auriok wasn't about to die just because some foolish sailor sunk a Japanese ship and started what would become a nuclear holocaust. He only hoped the doors would open soon.