Diary Entry of Dr. Serena Reynolds
Posted on Sat Jul 6th, 2024 @ 7:46am by Serena Reynolds M.D.
572 words; about a 3 minute read
**Diary Entry of Dr. Serena Reynolds**
The past few hours have been a strange blend of anxiety and fleeting relief. I’m sitting next to Timothy in our truck, cradling PJ in my arms while he sleeps peacefully, blissfully unaware of the chaos around us. We’ve just joined a convoy of survivors heading west from Bangor, Maine. We’re on this journey together now, a makeshift family thrown together by fate and necessity.
René Rouen, one of the teenagers in our group, has a gunshot wound in his leg. The bullet went clean through, but without proper medical supplies, I’m worried about infection. He’s tough, though. Despite the pain, he keeps a brave face, especially when Vienna Quinn is around. There’s a connection between them, a spark of something pure in the midst of all this darkness. Vienna stays close to René, offering him silent support. It’s heart warming to see such a bond in these times.
Ethan Thompson, another teenager, keeps to himself. He seems wary, perhaps traumatized by whatever he’s been through. I’ve tried to engage him a few times, but he remains distant. I hope with time, he’ll open up to us. That said, maybe he is wary of me because of the fact that he had to cling to the top of our truck at one stage?
Thea Matthews is five months pregnant, and every bump in the road makes me anxious for her and her unborn child. She’s incredibly calm, though, radiating a quiet strength that’s almost palpable. It’s a stark contrast to the chaos around us. Thea’s presence is a reminder of the life we’re fighting to protect, a beacon of hope in these dark times.
Hale Stratton, our leader, has been a godsend. His military training and leadership skills are invaluable. He’s Timothy’s best friend from their time at the army base, and seeing them together gives me a sense of security. Hale’s decisions are swift and calculated, guiding us through this nightmare with a steady hand. Alonzo Blazevic, the reporter, seems to want answers about everything, his dedication to capturing the truth, even now, is admirable.
Reuben Baptiste and Ed are the backbone of our group, each driving their own trucks, ensuring our convoy stays together. Their reliability is a comforting constant in our unpredictable journey. Timothy, my rock, drives with a determined focus. He’s always been my strength, but now more than ever, I rely on his unwavering resolve.
The convoy’s hum is almost soothing, a reminder that we’re not alone in this fight. My thoughts often drift to my father and brother. Are they alive? Will we ever reunite? The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I can’t dwell on it. We have to keep moving forward.
The road ahead is uncertain, and dangers lurk around every corner. But we have each other. We’ve become a family of sorts, bound together by our shared struggle. Each day is a new challenge, but as long as we keep moving, keep fighting, there’s hope. And hope is something I refuse to let go of.
Tonight, we’ll find a place to rest, and tomorrow, we’ll continue our journey. I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that we’ll face it together. For now, that’s enough.
Serena
RSS Feed