... She had been working at the hospital that day, and had risked her life evacuating the patients from her ward to the basement shelter. Through a shattered window she had witnessed the nuclear sunset, glittering in an array of almost other-worldly colors that day. "It was beautiful," she told Zachary later. The sky would never be so bright again. The sun was rising. A gray dawn, the color of ash and partially burned newsprint. There was no line: the pharmacy was closed. Standing there, Zachary knew there was only one place left he could go. ...
Sentence No. 29
"It was beautiful," she told Zachary later. The sky would never be so bright again.
Submitted on April 29, 2012, 7:38 p.m. by ZeusC
The atmosphere was silent and her deep breaths inundated with fear, synchronized with the melodic drums of heart monitors.
Submitted on April 29, 2012, 3:53 p.m. by Austen