Resilience

"Medic!" Cried a voice filled with terror and pain somewhere to the right of Gregory. That had snapped him out of his terror trance. He ran in the direction of the voice crying out for his help. When he got to the voice, he was too late. He checked the man for a pulse whilst applying pressure to the gaping hole in his chest. This man was dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that. Gregory knew that, but he couldn't help but feel an intense wave of guilt and sadness overcome him. Gregory slumped down beside the poor soul that had once been so lively. He sat there and wept with his head in his hands.

"Greg! Gregory!" He could hear a familiar voice off in the distance calling his name, but he ignored it and continued to weep...

Gregory woke with a start and noticed Valery was shaking, with tears freely flowing from her emerald eyes. He tried to tell her it was alright, and that everything was okay, but all he could force out was a muttered babble of nonsense. He heard genuine fear in his voice and felt disgusted. He looked around and was confused when he realized he was in the closet.

What am I doing in the closet?

He tried to speak again, and managed to mutter a more intelligible, "Honey... What did I do?"

It was at that point that Valery fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around him and whispered gently in his ear, "Everything will be okay, I promise sweetheart, just come home to me."

Her words were followed by a blur of blinding lights, deafening explosions, and a multitude of terrifying blasts that flung Gregory and Valery, still holding each other, across the room.