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suffered enough?
    Katie joined her and stood silently for a moment, taking it all in. Finally, Julia spoke.
    “This is unimaginable, Katie. Look at these buildings. This is not Ukraine or some city in the Middle East. This is our home, Boston. It looks like it’s been bombed.” Julia pressed her palms against the window, unconsciously trying to reach out.
    “I know, Julia,” said Katie. “We’re very lucky.” Katie put her hand on Julia’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
    “It’s not that we’re lucky, Katie. We knew our country faced threats, and we prepared accordingly. But no one could have expected this .” Julia drew a line across the glass with her index finger, tracing the destruction from Cambridge to the north all the way to downtown Boston, where steam still billowed skyward. “We have to do something.”
    The stairwell door slammed, and Julia heard the guys’ voices as they approached. She couldn’t hide her emotions and a few tears streamed down her face. As Sarge and Steven approached, in an attempt to stay strong, she tried to cover her face.
    Sarge knew her too well, however. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
    Julia tried, but couldn’t contain her feelings any longer. She broke down crying. “Sarge, we have to do something for them.” She sniffled out the words, waving her arm towards the windows. “They didn’t deserve this. Is it fair for us to hide up here in our fortified penthouses while so many innocent people are suffering out there?” Julia couldn’t hide her sarcasm.
    Steven started to speak, but Katie grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Sarge took Julia in his arms and held her until she recovered. Julia had held it together during these first six days. The fast pace in which events occurred and the large amount of activity at 100 Beacon had kept her from focusing on the reality.
    “I understand where you’re coming from,” said Sarge, breaking the tension. “This is a conversation that is overdue. But now that Steven and Katie are safe with us, let’s talk. Okay?”
    Julia, still sniffling, wiped her eyes with her sleeves and nodded. The four made their way to the couches. Katie grabbed a bottle of water for Julia, who held it against her neck. Without the generator running, the interior of 100 Beacon was stuffy and warm. This had a calming effect on her.
    “It’s very dangerous out there, Julia,” started Steven. “I’ve been shot a few times, but never on American soil. I knew things would suck after the shit hit the fan, but I didn’t expect to be shooting at each other within days of it happening.”
    “I know, Steven,” said Julia. “But what are we supposed to be doing?”
    “Surviving,” replied Steven. He slumped back into the sofa, wincing as his shoulder hit the padding.
    “We are, but where do we go from here?” asked Julia. “I guess I’m just trying to get an overall view of what we’re supposed to be doing.” She looked to Sarge for guidance, as she was having trouble finding the words to express her feelings. Sarge rescued her.
    “Listen, guys, let’s not put too much pressure on ourselves right now to set a course for our lives,” said Sarge. “First, let’s be thankful we’re still alive. Steven was shot and survived. These two were in three gunfights in five days. I was chased by people who clearly wanted to kill me—just because I made the mistake of driving through their neighborhood!”
    “That’s right,” added Steven. “The situation is only going to get more dangerous. As people get more desperate, they will become a threat.”
    “And obviously, gangs are starting to form,” said Katie. “The opportunists out there know there is strength in numbers. It’s a matter of time before looting gets out of hand.”
    Julia listened to their words, but her focus was still on the injured and the people displaced from their homes. “I know all that,” Julia said. “It’s a matter of time before our neighbors, or