The sounds of the forest at night were drowned out by heavy rain and thunderstorms. You managed to organize a small, slowly extinguishing fire under a rock shelter. As you shivered with cold and dehydration, you noticed a human figure moving along the horizon in the distance.

It was a Lara. She looked shabby and tired, had pouches on her belt, and an old rifle hanging on her shoulder. Her face and body were covered in dirt.