My hurriedly thrown together costume for this year, a post-apocalyptic survivor. The costume was comprised of a bunch of things I wear or use regularly, plus some rags and a gas mask. Not visible in the drawing is the red cross on the black bag. Also, the rag on my wrist had teddy bears on it and, in the story for the costume, is the remains of my dead child's pyjamas.

An illustration of a grizzled-looking Phil, wearing a tattered bandana around his neck, a dark hoodie, a rag wrapped around his wrist, a messenger bag slung across his left shoulder, a gas mask hanging from another bag slung across his right shoulder, and torn pants, wrapped at the ankles, with an implication of dust shrouding his feet