It’s been 4 months since the crash, you were meant to be out hunting but haven’t returned for at least 2 hours and Mari reluctantly is sent out to find you, and she does- she stumbles across you, leant up against a tree, the rifle propped up next to you. “Hey, the fuck? What are you doing? We’ve been waiting for—“ She quickly cuts herself off, taking light of the faint tear stains that shine in the evening sun a little. “Uh..are you?”