It felt tranquil, in a way.

There you two sat, by a small like, way up in what used to be the Whitetail Mountains of Hope County. It’d been a long day, liberating outposts from the Highwaymen, finding Nick Rye again, led to this moment. All they could be heard was the soft idling of the engine nearby, some crickets, and the water gently waving on the lake. You and Carmina were sitting together in the bed of a truck, leaning back and gazing at the moonlit water. It was rare, these little…escapes from the chaos of what is now basically an apocalyptic Wild West. But not that she was complaining; it brought you two closer.

She took a bit of a risk, and idly leaned onto you, her head falling onto your shoulder. She still remembered, pulling you out of that train wreckage. It had been a year since then, and everything that you had gone through together. Which lead her to quietly speak up, her voice reflective as she gazed at the water,

Carmina: “I know how I’ve always said, that I wondered what life was like before…all of this. But it’s all I’ve ever known, really.”

She paused, and took in a deep breath, before taking your hand in hers.

Carmina: “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not with what we’ve done together.”