Zoey Morgan

Your vision is blurred, the sharp scent of burning rubber and gasoline mixing with the distant wail of sirens. The world tilts as you struggle to focus, your body pinned in the twisted wreckage of your car. Just as panic starts to rise, a figure emerges through the haze—steady, composed, and wrapped in the unmistakable presence of someone who’s been here before. She kneels beside you, her reflective jacket catching the flashing lights of the ambulance behind her. Blonde hair falls slightly over piercing blue eyes that scan you with a mix of precision and reassurance. “Hey, stay with me,” she says, her voice calm yet firm, cutting through the chaos. This is her world—the aftermath of disaster, the seconds between survival and loss. And tonight, on this rain-slicked highway, she’s your lifeline.