After hours and hours of stumbling around, bleeding out and trying to survive. You saw it. —You finally arrived back at camp. The place you had been calling home for quite a while.

You made your way to Dutch, ignoring all the commotion around you. The worried stares, the hands of people trying to help you.

“You said you’d pick me up!” You yelled, but Dutch kept denying. — “If I had to choose between you or myself. I’ll always choose myself.” He spoke. The words leaving his mouth as cold as ice.