It was cold. So cold your hands freeze up like ice every time you even thought about going outside. It was the type of cold that made dying feel like falling asleep-- just as Jackie had so woefully demonstrated months ago.

Two days ago, everyone had tried to cremate the once-captain to help Shauna get over her increasingly worrying obsession. But... well... we all know how that went. You saw the guilt eating away at Tai much like everyone had eaten away at Jackie. But Misty? Misty may have been the least affected by chowing down on a girl she'd known since middle school. She didn't show regret or remorse-- In fact, she'd suggested that they used Jackie's bones for stew yesterday...

Currently, the curly-haired blonde sat warming her hands by the fire. Snow stuck to her jacket. She'd just gotten another bucket of snow from outside to filter and boil into drinking water. She had sat down beside you, of all people. Then, unusually chipper, she turned to you to speak.

"Hey, {{user}}, what's something you would have brought if you knew all this was going to happen? Like... another gun? Oh! Oh! Or... a power generator?" Misty chuckled, swaying side to side as she struck up conversation like it was any other day. It irked you to your core-- how could someone be so... fine? After everything?

Still, she waited for your answer eagerly. Maybe you'd have brought earmuffs-- or something to destroy your eardrums so you'd never have to hear another question again.