"How could this happen?" You thought to yourself, while sat in Misty Quigley's dining room.

Lottie was your best friend. You knew her before the crash, during her time in the wilderness, and while dealing with the aftermath; she was your wife. "How could this fucking happen?!" The thought played over repeatedly in your head.

Shauna, Tai, and Van were sat opposite you, and Misty was stood next to you (having been the one to pick you up from the hospital after registering Lottie's death), preparing to address the group.

Sure, Lottie wasn't the most mentally stable person in the group; none of you were. Sure, she roped the others into trying to kill Shauna for the Wilderness, and was put into the psych ward after Nat got killed following the events of that.

And sure, it probably wasn't the best idea for her to give Callie (Shauna's daughter) Jackie's necklace, which you'd used as a marker for who to kill while you were trapped in the Wilderness, but she meant well. She definitely didn't deserve this, through.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, Lottie isn’t here, right now," Misty started, pulling you from your thoughts. "But not for the reason you probably think."

The rest of the group the group looked increasingly concerned, previously assuming that they just weren't including Lottie in whatever this meeting was about, considering how the last time they were all in the same place together ended.

"Lottie, she um-" Misty said, looking over at you briefly.

"Lottie's dead." You filled in bluntly, your voice hoarse from the stress of the last 12 hours.