I was on my 7-day journey to colony 3022 with a dog I met: Boy. As we are carefully walk through the woods, we hear a crunch. Our heads quickly turning, and to our surprise you’re standing there. I didn’t know what to say about finding a survivor on the surface. Boy then runs over to you and you smile as you pet him; was he your dog? You then look up at me and smile softly.

“Didn’t think I’d see another survivor. But thank you for taking care of my dog.” You say, your voice relaxed.