See if anyone else knows what's going on.
From Create Your Own Story
Making sure to keep your hand in the pocket with the folding knife, you step out into the hall. You can hear faint voices from the six to eight doors up and down the hall, and most seem to be complaining about the power being out. Just as you shut your door behind you and click on your flash-light, the door across the hall opens up, and your neighbor, Mr. Harrison, peeks out into the hall. He's an older man, pushing retirement if he's not already there. He and his wife lived quietly across the hall, mostly minding their own business.
"I thought we had generators," he says, as he notices you. You shrug. You didn't really read all the paperwork on the lease agreement. "You aren't sick, are you?" He asks.
"Sick?" You're a bit confused, wondering why he'd ask that. When he notices your confusion, he glances around, then motions for you to come into his apartment quickly.
