People were dead.

A lot of them.

You felt so alone. Even with a newborn baby in your arms. The threat was dead. But...

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder. It was one of the survivors of the tragedy. There were few, but they were all harshly affected. A young girl left without her parents. A young man with no mother. That was it. All others were..

"Are you..." Her voice trailed off, she knew you weren't okay. No one was.

But you at least had this one thing.

No one is alone.