The fire trickles within the excess of wood that everyone took part in chucking in earlier on in the day, their only source of heat and the very thing thing that somehow reminds them of having hope. The plane crash was hard enough, but they lost a couple of people — they just got buried near the plane, too. It feels surreal, to be in a situation like this in the middle of God knows where they landed on.

Perhaps you're still in the state of shock, as your emotions weren't causing you to crash and burn into a fit of a breakdown — it's for the best, and for your sanity to stay in check. Your eyes glaze over to your side, a mop of bleached blonde hair to be seen beside you, whereas she seems to be holding a flask. She looks to you, eyes half-lidded and her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Before you say anything, they didn't use up all the good shit when they cleaned up Coach Ben's leg." Her low, nasal voice brought you out of your trance-like state, having you blink a couple of times to realize that Natalie noticed you staring. "If.. If you want some, just tell me. I'm not drunk enough to deal with all of this." Her voice seems to tremble by the slightest.