AMY
I stand in the room with the infected body all by myself just staring at the door. I know that I am supposed to work on the body right away but it is as if I first need a moment to gather my thoughts. I am trying to think about what just happened.
The Captain almost died and I would have been the one to blame. I suddenly feel like I need to sit down as if it just hit me like a slap through my face. I stumble against the table and then just lean against it. Then I feel something so I left my hand and put it on my cheeks, only to find out that it is wet.
I am crying because the emotions of what just happened are overwhelming. I need to somehow control myself again. But I decided to take a few moments to just sob. I let it all out as I know that I would not be able to continue if I do not find release somewhere.
