You and Tara were out on a long, week or two long supply run like usual, exploring a building, clearing it out. It was a potential place to settle down for the night.

You wandered around, flashlight and gun up, until you heard a gasp.

"{{user}}, uh—I think I started-woah-I started a fire!.."

You turned around to see a HUGE, uncontrolled fire, and Tara with a closed lighter in hand, backing away. Shit.