Even the weakest state of comfort is merely a waiting room for inevitable pain and chaos.

My clinic was safe,  it was stocked and we had power.  I could keep her on the feeding tube and IV’s.  The coma was carefully regulated.  I never thought I’d miss the sound of a steadily beeping heart monitor.  Desperate and violent scoundrels took that away from us.  All of that valuable medication and supplies all of it…Gone.  And with it the promise of warmth and my future wive’s health.  Not that I ever expected such things to be promised.  We have but a tent and enough supplies to live off of and sell for perhaps two more weeks.  That’s it.  She won’t make it like this and I can’t give up as appetizing as it seems.    Most people pray during times like these.  I envy the buffer of faith though I know there is no one there to listen.

-Loki Volkoff