I lean back in my chair, tossing the file folder on the table in front of me. Nestled inside is the brief history of a woman who was once faceless to me but will now haunt my memory. And deservedly so. I am the last person she saw before she closed her eyes forever. I will honour her with remembrance. For Taran. And maybe for myself.
Victoria Greystone. Blond hair, blue eyes.
Twenty-seven years old. Married to Alphonse Rodriguez. Two children registered to the couple. Mary Rodriguez, 5, and Sebastian Rodriguez, 7.
She lived in sector six near the West wall. I found out from her grieving husband that, on the day of her death, she was gathering herbs along the wall. Plant-life tend to grow rampant up the wall and in abandoned buildings and, despite the danger of crumbling structures, pe
