Miracle Workers

My name is Case. Case Bishop. I'm not sure if you can call what I do work, since I don't get paid or anything. I guess you could say I have a job. I work out of and live at a small apartment above a convenience store. It's been looted and turned over for quite a while, but the apartment is in good shape. I went to medical school prior to the outbreak, and I decided early on that this skill would give me a way to help people out. All in the name of common good and all that crap, you know? I, being naive and inexperienced, thought I could make some magical cure to the problem. Boy was I wrong. I was way out of my league. Nowadays, I just help people passing by. I've become a bit famous in the area, so whenever people are injured, they usually end up on my doorstep. I don't mind helping. It's what I do. The thing that I don't like doing is dealing with the injured people or their friends when they decide to get violent and loud and take it out on me. And believe me, it happens a lot more often then you'd think. Can't even help people these days without someone freaking out. Yeah, it's tough for those of us left that practice medicine in this troubled times.

As much as I, or anyone else might want to believe, there's no going back. We can't just wave a magic wand or throw some compound together to whisk everything back to the good old days. People look to me, and people like me, to work miracles. What they don't realize is, a miracle is only a miracle when we can make it happen...