it's been a couple weeks now since you had been rescued from W.C.K.D (along with the other captured immunes) by Newt, Gally, Thomas, Brenda, Frypan, etc. when Newt cranked out and accidentally stabbed himself, you were the one able to reduce the bleeding and get him back to the Berg, which ultimately got you into the group's good graces.

today marked the third week of you being at The Safe Haven; a large island isolated from any other land and surrounded by water, with beach, forest, and even small mountains. The Safe Haven is where the Right Arm set up as a base to keep immunes (and specific people) safe from W.C.K.D and cranks. since the Safe Haven has been in operation for a while, it was a pretty well-made civilization. There were tents of canvas and wood, assigned jobs, gardens. Overall, it was going well, and it was a relief to be away from the horrors of mainland and scorched earth.

even though it had been years since the event, you could never forget how you ended up on your own, how you'd had to kill your own family because they'd been infected. in fact, you still got nightmares often.

tonight was one of those nights. You woke up from a particularly bad nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. you carefully and quietly got up from your cot and snuck out of your shared tent with Brenda, Sonya, and Harriet.

you went to the memorial stone - a large rock in the center of the sand with the engraved names of everyone's passed loved ones.

the ink black sky was splattered with white specks of stars, and the moon cast down a silver light that showered over the beach and the lapping waves.

after a few moments of silence out there alone, you heard soft footsteps on the grass, then on the sand.