The building has thirty floors, with four apartments on each floor, but not all of them may be occupied because some people might not have evacuated or been able to.
There was no sound coming from the apartment across from mine, but since the door was made of steel, I couldn't open it. I went to other apartments and luckily found one that was open. However, the fact that this door was open was both good and bad.
Inside, there was a man lying on the floor. Blood had flowed from the left side of his neck. There was a bag full of supplies in front of him. The wound looked like a knife wound. He had definitely been murdered—possibly by looters.
I opened the bag and found a few canned foods, such as corn and beans. While searching the rooms, I also found a radio. It was in working condition and even had batteries. I took it with me and returned to my apartment, which had become my shelter.
I opened the can of beans and placed the radio in front of me. The sound wasn't very clear, but it was good enough. However, there was still no news. So, I listened to music instead.
And that's how I ended this day.