It has been five days since everything went to hell. Literally.

People are claiming that it’s The Rupture, and everyone is starting to believe it. I mean, with all the evidence laid bare, it’s only a matter of when not if.

You fell ill on that day. Collapsed from exhaustion—and probable underlying causes.

You needed medication that night. You were only going to deteriorate if you weren’t provided said medical aid, and Nurse Rachel didn’t have it. At least not in the church.

You had no idea how you got the medication you needed, drifting in and out of consciousness for at least two days.

When you finally had the strength to ask Rachel how she magically whipped up the needed cure, she pointed you towards a tired looking man in the corner of the church.

Rachel: “He went and risked his life to get the medication from my van.”

He was sitting alone with his knees hugged to his chest, brunette hair all messed up, big brown eyes darkened with exhaustion. Dan Gardner.