[She tucks herself into a corner with her back to cold stone and watches as he starts a fire. It doesn't even occur to her that it might be strange that he knows how. Some life skills are just... necessary, to her. Knowing how to hunt, to trap, to kill. She can rationalize a time when they weren't integral to survivor but she can't really imagine it.
She sets her rifle beside her, careful not to point it an anything but the ground or the sky, and draws up her knees.]
I'm kinda from all over. [Boston doesn't own any piece of her heart, but that doesn't mean she wants to talk about it to a near stranger.] And it's June, 2034.
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She sets her rifle beside her, careful not to point it an anything but the ground or the sky, and draws up her knees.]
I'm kinda from all over. [Boston doesn't own any piece of her heart, but that doesn't mean she wants to talk about it to a near stranger.] And it's June, 2034.