I locked myself in a box, once.
There was a storm coming. I knew I didn’t want to be a part of it; become swept away like my friends and family (and all other stupid people). No rain nor hail nor sleet nor lightning could get me in here.
No fiends, no raiders, no radiation nor mutants could come in, either – I locked it good and tight.
I knew that when the storm came, I was safe.
And it did, and I was.
But they pawed at the door when I heard it approach – let us in! let us in!
Brothers, I tried, but I couldn’t get out if my life – or all life – depended on it.