Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Ollie is a wreck. For days he has slept and ate little, trying to keep the people at the Youth Center alive until the crew on the Watchtower figures things out. The work gets easier as time goes on, as they keep losing people. Ollie would rather work.
He's kept up to date, and he understands what is happening to these kids. To him. Some of the survivors are starting to...change. He is, too, he thinks. His hands hurt. Good thing he doesn't have to pull a bow now. Nobody left on the streets to shoot.
Once again, he makes his rounds with ice chips, cold cloths and the will to make sure nobody dies who doesn't have to.
He's kept up to date, and he understands what is happening to these kids. To him. Some of the survivors are starting to...change. He is, too, he thinks. His hands hurt. Good thing he doesn't have to pull a bow now. Nobody left on the streets to shoot.
Once again, he makes his rounds with ice chips, cold cloths and the will to make sure nobody dies who doesn't have to.