The road to hell was cracked and dusty with many detours to get around collapsed bridges and blockages. We've been here for two weeks. On the outskirts of Tucson Sanctuary, clinging to what meagre hope we need to stay alive. The outcome is starting to look grim. Life as I know it has been smashed to pieces leaving something unrecognizable in its place. And I am not unique. We're all suffering in ways we've never before experienced.

"Reload." Wolfe hands his rifle to me and ...