Sierra Hollis –
It was a day like any other at Centinela Hospital. It didn’t stay that way for long.
I was never one to second guess myself but six months into a move from North Carolina to Los Angeles I was lonely, and tired, and my draining, sixteen hours a day as a nurse weren’t helping my situation. When men, women, and children started showing up to the hospital en masse covered in boils, bruises, and suffering with scorching hot fevers I knew that something was wrong…that much was obvious. I just never thought it would beckon the end of the world…
Danny Boyle –
I hated myself for what I’d become. I used to be a Navy fighter pilot who flew F-16’s over the Persian Gulf until I had to eject and broke my neck on the cockpit door. For over a day I was on my back in the sand, baking in the hot Middle Eastern sun until I was rescued. That time alone and in pain changed me. It broke me. The Navy put me back together again but I was never the same. A few too many Oxy’s later I was granted a dishonorable discharge and stripped of my pension and medical care, and at the snap of a finger I found the needle and never looked back. I’d fallen hard but deep inside I was always looking for a way to get back up, for a reason to. I found it in Sierra... I found it in the rubble of the apocalypse.
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