She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?

It is for the teenagers who can be hours away from slitting their wrists that I am out.

I’m sorry,” he tells me.

I sit down on the bed. He returns to the view of the street below. I follow his gaze and I see the infected walking slowly back and forth.

“It’s okay,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. He nods. “Good.”
He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.

Don't divide me into before and after.

This is awful. This is so hopeless. We're all lost in different ways, so how do we even help each other find our way out. We won't. We can't. We'll just stay lost forever.

I finally squint up at the face above and am relieved to find, not a wolf, but a woman, just like me. Until I see the uniform.