One night can be all the time needed to change everything you knew about. We've all heard that before. The question is, are we able to recuperate in the end? It's been over a month since the Grey attack. It sounds such a long time ago, but the memories are still there. The screaming and cold; it's all still in our heads, and embedded for who knows how long. Memories like these can't be magically erased. I'm sure the question, "What about medication?" lingers in your mind. The truth of the matter is nothing will erase them. It'll just be suppressed for however much time would allow us to hold that sense of security until something triggers us to remember again. They had trained us, the senior residents, earlier in the year to prepare us for attacks. They thought we were ready for such attacks, and if not, the Cavalry would back us up. So much for that. Everyone in the building died that night. Well, no, not everyone. There were the six "patchers," and then me. How the hell six druggies and I survived, I don't know. Then there were those that evacuated; they're all okay, but no one really pays attention to them. It's always about the survivors that escaped certain peril. I remember seeing the Grey just hovering over us, us being Josh, Katelynn, and myself. The Daemon really had no distinct features other than the typical mist they seem to go about as now-in-days. Not a lot of people could identify a Daemon just by looking it. Most of the time people mistaken them to be clouds or fog hovering over the world. The Grey was exactly that: just a big chunk of fog with a nasty energy signature. The three of us just stared at it, losing it as the world around us turned just as grey as it was. Those grey tendrils I saw in Katelynn's eyes were slowly enveloping her eyes entirely; the same was happening to Josh and me. The shriek we had heard wasn't the Grey itself, but actually Seren. Somehow she got into the building and didn't even bother to think about the alarm blaring. That wasn't surprising. I've written her up before for disobeying evacuation orders, even during drills. "Oh my god! Katelynn!" The Grey tuned around and stared at Seren before floating towards her. Seren shrieked again, running towards the stairs at the other end of the hall with the Grey chasing after her. A bit of the grey in my eyes pulled back as the Grey moved away from us. I tried to stand up, trembling a little as I uttered a spell. The Daemon turned around, sensing the energy I was building up and lunged towards me. I tried to hold in the panic as I muttered faster before putting out one outstretched hand. "Begone, Daemon!" A wave of energy surged down the hall, making a direct hit at the Grey. We shielded our eyes as the Grey howled and staggered back, shaking itself before letting out a shriek and began to head towards me again. "Why didn't it disappear? Why didn't it disappear?!" Katelynn whimpered besides me. I tried to ignore her as I cast the spell again, but to no avail. It wasn't fazing the Grey at all as it approached us faster, intent on killing. "MOVE!" I yelled at Katelynn and Josh. Katelynn scrambled up to her feet as well as she could and yanked Josh away just as the Grey slammed into me. "OOF!" I tried to cross my arms over my head as I felt my body seemingly float in the air for a moment before being slammed into the other end of the hall. I heard something crack right before my body slid to the ground, battered, cut, but otherwise I was still alive. I lowered my arms, looking up at the Daemon. The Grey stared at me, and for some reason I could sense confusion in all its desire to kill me before it turned away to go after the others. "No…" I could only say as I tried to reach out again with another spell. The last thing I heard were the shrieks of Seren and Katelynn as my world went dark. It was maybe an hour or two later that the Cavalry finally arrived at our House. Whatever happened between when I passed out until they arrived, I don't know. All I remember was being pulled up and feeling numb when I came to as they put me on the gurney. "Diotima! Are you all right?" I heard the head resident yell besides me. "Diotima!" "It's all right, sir. We'll take care of her," one of the Cavalry medics said. "Just move out of the way and let us do our job." "Diotima…" The head resident watched as I was pulled into an ambulance. I stared back, watching the rows of body bags pile up besides him, even as the medics closed the ambulance doors and we began to drive off to the hospital. Six "patchers." Josh, Seren, Katelynn were with me. The other three were found a few doors down in two separate rooms. Two guys and a girl named Alexander, Vincent, and Perdita. Alexander was in his room studying while next door his fraternity brother Vincent was having a private moment with Perdita. Josh was rushed to the hospital along with me while Seren and Katelynn were treated at the scene for minor cuts and bruises from the panic. Alexander, Vincent, and Perdita were hardly touched at all. "Couple of broken ribs and a slight concussion, but otherwise you're lucky to be alive." The doctor checked the chart in his hand a few times. "How do you feel?" "Like someone knocked me down one too many times on the football field, sir." "Well, no football for you for at least a couple of weeks, Diotima." He set the chart down and started for the doorway. "Doctor, what about Josh? Is he all right?" "Mostly. He overdosed on the patch but that's probably what saved him." Overdosed on the patch? Saved him? "What do you mean?" I asked, baffled. "I mean the Grey didn't appear to have touched him at all." "Are you trying to tell me that because he was using the patch that that's why the Grey didn't touch him?" The doctor shut the door, sitting down on a chair nearby. "Well, it would seem that way. All the other residents that survived with you were all wearing patches at the time too." "But Seren quit-" "She had one on when the Calvary found her." "But then that means I should be dead then, not alive." "Supposedly yes, but you're not. It's a most curious thing. As far as we can tell, you don't even have any of the patch's chemicals in your system." "So what saved me then?" The doctor shrugged. "Consider yourself lucky. I'll check up on you in a few hours. For now, just try to get some rest." "Thank you, Doctor." As the doctor left, I sank back down into the pillows and thought about what happened tonight. Why did the Grey let me live? Why did it attack me and then left me alone to go after the others? Did being on the patch have anything to do with some of residents surviving the attack? ~ "The Calvary has captured another Grey last night after another attack on the City. At least twenty people are dead and two are in the hospital. The attack happened at one of the University's residence halls. A majority of the students were evacuated by their senior and head residents. Unfortunately, some ignored the alarms and efforts to evacuate. Of the students still inside the building, seven survived the attack, including the two in the hospital. A senior resident was one of the survivors. Their head resident explained that she, the senior resident, had run back inside to try to rescue the remaining students…" The television broadcast droned on and on about the attack. I watched as my picture and Josh's flashed across the screen, followed by the faces of Katelynn, Seren, Vincent, Alexander, and Perdita. They called us the Grey survivors. I turned my attention to the hallway, where the sound of excited news reporters and nurses seemed to grow louder. It's been like that for the past few days. Now and again, a reporter manages to sneak in somehow, but before they could ask any questions, a security guard or nurse would chase them out. I wondered if Josh was having the same problem. "The Calvary Daemon Investigation Team, CDIT, have discovered something quite interesting from this recent attack. Six of the students that survived were found to have "patches" on and came out of the attacks with very minor injuries. It is too early to tell whether or not this could be the reason why the students have survived the attack, but experts in the field are saying that because the "patch" alters the state of mind for its users, the Grey is left confused in its attempts to feed." Wait, what? "The CDIT will release an official statement later this week once their tests are complete. The results may help the City find a way to defend itself against further Daemon attacks." "Diotima?" I turned from the television and found the security guard peering into my room worriedly. "The CDIT wishes to speak with you, if you feel well enough." I turned off the television, biting my lip a little. If I heard right, we were just told on national television that the "patch" was now a miracle life-saving defense mechanism against the Grey Daemon. Another reason to allow the "patch" on campus, and if found legitimate… "Sure, let them in," I told the guard. He nodded and motioned to someone in the hallway. A woman dressed in the standard light blue uniform of the CDIT stepped into the room, regarding me quietly for a moment, then whispered something to the guard. The guard nodded again and stepped back into the hallway. I watched as the CDIT walked towards a chair and sat down, still watching me. Finally, after some more seconds of awkward silence, she spoke. "Diotima, you're aware of what the CDIT's investigating right now according to the news?" "The "patch" making its users immune to the Grey's attacks?" "More or less. There's something we don't understand though. The Grey… It didn't feed on you?" "No… It just left me alone after slamming me into a wall." "Do you know why?" "No… The doctors are just as confused." "If you're willing, Diotima, we'd like for you to help us in this investigation." I could see where this was going. "So you're going to have me poked and prodded at by one of the captured Grey's and figure out why they won't eat my brains?" "No. That'd be unethical. All we need is a blood sample." "Wait a moment, the doctor said there weren't any chemicals from the "patch" in my system." "No, but perhaps there's something else in you that made the Grey step back." "So now I'm some sort of freak. That I have some sort of genetic material that made me repulsive to the Grey." "The CDIT isn't trying to call you a freak. But yes, there is a possibility that your genetic makeup may have something to do with the Grey not attempting to feed off of you." I felt angry. I don't know why, but I did. "Get out." "But-" "I'll let my doctor know what I want to do. Now please, get out." The CDIT agent looked at me, shaking her head. "I've read your profile, Diotima. You want to be a CDIT. You'd make a good one. This is your chance to prove how much potential you have." She left her card on the nightstand. "I look forward to speaking with you again."