You wake up coughing, your leg hurts so fucking bad, theres no way you can walk on it, thats smoke, apparently the house is on fire! You dug a eighteen foot long tunnel two years ago when you used to tweak on meth a lot. You would hide your stash there, sometimes cook up meth there, or hide there yourself when paranoia got on top of you, it's the place to go to escape the fire and maybe the smoke to, you put a really good ventalation system in there, it should keep the smoke out, you push aside the bookcase full of of old cassette tape dubs of library C D's and you crawl into the tunnel behind it, sealing it up to keep as much smoke out as possible.