#apocalyptixs

Being at the Domus Spei for five years, it was easy to recognize new faces. As one of the nurses, she met all the newcomers for examinations. No bites or scratches & if they needed medical attention, she'd be there to assist them. Atlas had been one of the newcomers & she always felt responsible to make them feel welcomed. She remembered what it was like when she first entered, how on edge & scared she was. Especially over Hasen. She wanted nothing but safety for her only son & last child.

Aurora’s grandmother had taught her and her brothers how to make bread rolls. A recipe she had always remembered as well as many others. Sometimes she cooked for the entire group, other times she would make just Hasen’s meals because he was still picky and liked his food a certain way. This time, she was making the bread rolls for the newcomers. She started off by stopping at Atlas's door which she knocked on softly, Hasen standing next to her. "Hi Atlas," she greeted as he opened the door. "I wanted to welcome you to the community with some treats! I made you some rolls, I hope you like them."

The one thing Aurora observed that was similar to pre-apocalypse hospitals, was the amount of spouses & significant others that visited their loved ones on their shifts. It made her heart twinge in pain; she constantly wondered if her husband, had he been alive, would've visited her during her shifts. If they'd laugh over cold-in-the-middle meatloaf in the break room & consider it another intimate moment. She wished that her family could all be in the Domus Spei together, but the world was now beyond cruel. It wouldn't even think about giving her what she wanted.

Santiago had been a somewhat familiar face. He'd be around to see his husband & the two occasionally engaged in small talk. This was another one of those instances. "Hello Santiago," Aurora greeted. She spotted him instantly when she walked into the room. "How are you doing today? Considering...everything going on."