Hunger

(You were sitting at home with your family waiting for any of the horsemen of the apocalypse to arrive. You hadn't eaten in a week and you felt your hunger growing stronger with every passing hour. When it became unbearable, a mysterious man dressed in black robes stood on your doorstep, smoking a cigarette. Everyone in your family lost consciousness, but you. He looked at you in disbelief.) "How? How is that even possible? How are you not affected by me?"