When I remember the end of the world, I remember panic.

Screams.

Anger.

I remember locking myself in the bathroom as my boyfriend clawed at the door.

It was so loud.

So much screaming, sirens, explosions. It wouldn't stop.

Until it did.

I was cold.

I had nothing on but a night gown.

I still heard him outside the door.

Wanting in. Wanting to kill me.

So I cry. Quietly. If he hears me he will start up again.

I ignore my hunger pains.

I must have made a noise because I hear him growl.

I hear a fight and I look up. I hear some grunting and then a gross squishing sound.

I don't move, I barley breath.

"Sierra?" It's not a yell. It's almost a whisper. But I know that voice anywhere.

"Nick?"

The handle to the door starts jiggling. I jump up, unlock the door, and swing it open to come face to face with my best friend.

"Nick. How?" He's still in his prison outfit and he's splattered with blood but he's here and he's alive.

"I got out. You okay?"

I finally break down and fall into his arms. I thought I was going to die in that bathroom.

"It's alright. You're okay." I look behind him and see the body of the man I loved. Nick pushed my head into his shoulder. "Don't look."

We walk out of the room and Nick sits me on the couch. He disappears then reappears with some clothes for me.

I am in a daze.

I ignore the fact Nick changes into my boyfriend's clothes and I don't blink when he helps me into mine.

"We have to go."

I nod and pull my hair in a ponytail.

When I leave my home I don't look back.

…

I wake with a start when I hear a groan next to me. I look at the man who the nurse loves.

He's cute I guess.

He's alive which is even better.

His eyes flutter open and he stares at me.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Who…" He's dazed and his mouth is dry. I hand him a bottled water.

"Name?"

"Chris." He says it with an annoyed tone and he sits up and sips the water. He winces and holds his side.

I nod and check his pupils.

"Can you count backwards from 5?"

He does.

"Who are you?" He finally asks.

"My name is Sierra. I was a surgeon. I saved you with the help of your girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Well that got his attention.

"Isn't the pretty brunette yours. Maria?"

He sits up quickly and winces when he does. "Maria's here? She's okay?"

"Last time I saw her she was. And that was about 10 mins ago when Michael dragged her off to clean herself up."

"Michael's here too."

"Said that didn't I?"

He sits back a little more relaxed now. I hear movement outside the tent. The flap is then opened and Daniel is there.

"Sierra."

He never says much. I've learn to read him well enough that I can get what he's trying to say.

Maria wants to come in.

The girl is a bit too happy for his taste so he gets slightly uncomfortable around her.

"Let her come in."

He nods then moves back out.

I hear movement outside the tent when the girl pops her head in.

"Chris." She has eyes only on him. She moves quickly to him and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Maria." He mummers back. He moves to sit up to get a better grip on her.

I turn to leave, trying to give them some privacy when Maria grabs my hand.

"Thank you." She whispers with tears in her eyes.

I nod and move away.

As I leave the tent I turn back and see them sharing a kiss.

"I love you." Chris whispers.

I see the love shinning in their eyes when they look at each other and it hurts my heart, So I turn to leave.

When I exit the tent I run into Daniel still standing there. He sees me and nod before walking away.

He was guarding the tent while I was in there. I smile.

I look over at Scotty sitting by the fire, sharpening his knife. He must feel eyes on him because he looks up at me and nods. Then get back to work.

Nick is some little ways away walking around camp with his rifle out.

Michael is heading towards me, head down and hands in his pocket. "He okay?" He doesn't look at me when he asks.

"He will be." I answer. He nods before he starts to walk away. "You love her?" I asked surprised.

He stops mid step before he turns to me. "I did. But it's kind of hard to when you see the way she looks at him."

I give him a sad smile. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. There are a lot of things to be sorry about in this world. She's alive. And she's here. That isn't something to be sorry about."

I nod as he walks away.

I move to sit next to Scotty. He makes room for me without hesitation.

"They seem nice." He says, quietly. I nod but don't look at him. "It's a shame."

"It really is."

I continue to look at the sky lost in thought.