Like something out of a bad sci-fi, novel, or like scenes I vaguely remember from reading On the Beach when I was in junior high.
At This Hotel, No Checkout Time: "In daylight, they foraged at broken-open stores, bringing back cartons of toilet paper, bags of charcoal, salt and pepper, bottles of bleach for the pool water. But Delaune pointed up another hole in the strategy. Like some of the others, she depends on a monthly check from the federal government. 'If I can get to an open Social Security office, I'm straight,' she said. If not, and the nearest open office is 60 miles away, money is definitely a problem."