“I’m sorry, we did everything we could.”
 
Those dreaded words always shattered someone’s life in an instant. Alison knew; she’d been there minutes ago as Dr. Peterson delivered the bad news. The parents of the poor 11-year-old boy absolutely lost it to the point where the mother had to be restrained. She was completely hysterical, but who could blame her. Alison didn’t know what it was like to lose a child because she didn't have nany kids of her own, but she'd been around death long enough to get an idea of what it did to people. The internal pain was something she couldn't even begin to fathom, but their reactions...she had practically seen it all.

Currently, Alison was making her way down to her station to complete some paperwork. The exchange with those parents left her a bit moody. Sure, she knew how to be sympathetic in a professional sense, but she was only human. 

"Hey, are you coming out tonight?"

Alison looked up to see Joey walking alongside her. He was grinning as usual, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, if I agree to go out, do you promise to stop pestering me?"

"Can't say I will, but you're going out tonight and that's final." 

He then walked away without giving her a chance to respond. But that was more or less how their interactions went, so she was used to it. Alison started reading over her notes again when she heard screaming from a distance. Startled, she rushed to the corner to look down the hall when she noticed a large number of individuals opening fire against those in their vicinity. She witnessed as people dropped dead one after the other. After a few moments, Alison could have sworn she made eye contact with one of the murderers, but she didn't stick around long enough to find out. Instead, she ran the other way hoping to find a good hiding place and wait until help arrived.