The basement door was old, but thick, and he could reinforce it even further. They wouldn’t get through, not even if they pounded and scratched for weeks without relenting. There was plenty of food and drink: he’d been virtually living down here the past few years: it was where his computer was set up. The mini-fridge was stocked, and the family freezer too. He had a hot plate. If the power held he could survive for months.
He’d spent fourteen hours a day down here even before this; more on weekends. It wouldn’t be much of an adjustment, not really.