Vale mea ... until we meet again

If anything happens, I love you

[Trigger warning: saying goodbyes and leaving, sadness, fight, weapons, angst, fear, mentioning of religion, mentioning of scars, injuries, blood]

Days of endless rain passed by. Joshua hoped that it would never stop but the lord seemed to ignore his prayer and hope. The birds chirped on a beautiful morning, the smell of rain reminded of a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. The courier packed her things. She had no idea where she should go next but the idea of following the road and to find herself in a new place let her get excited. 

"You really have to go?" Follows-Chalk asked sadly as he looked down.

"Chalk please... don't make it so hard" the courier gave him a comforting hug before she slowly let go of him. Follows-Chalk wiped some tears away and sighed. Then her brown eyes wandered to the blue ones from the burned man.

"I guess that's it for now but I will visit you all soon, I promise. Maybe I will already come back before I even left the area." she chuckled lovely and smiled as warm as the sun did.

An unknown feeling was creeping inside of her chest but she did her best to hide it.

"You are always welcome here, may the lord watch over you." he responded, a small smile forming under the bandages. How much he wanted her to stay, to hug her. His eyes spoke more than he ever did. The courier sighed, feeling her heart slowly falling apart but yet she turned around. Before she started walking off, she stopped in her motion, pulled her sleeves up, revealing some scars as she tried to loosen a bracelet from her wrist.

"I want you to have this, so you guys will never forget me." The courier handed it to Joshua. 

He carefully took it and looked back at her.

"We never will... I never will..." 

The courier smiled and headed off, with every step back to the dangerous Mojave and away from safety.

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Time passed by. Sun and Moon rising and setting down.

One day all of a sudden, someone attacked her. 

"Found ya-!" a mans voice roared, quickly running towards the woman. She grabbed her rifle and started defending herself. Shooting and shouting across the wilderness, disturbing the wastelands silence. More and more enemies surrounded her, playing a game mixed of hide and seek, fighting and surviving but also trying to escape. 

Brave she was, taking one man down after another but she didn't stand a chance. They were to much. Everything was to much. It was unfair.

Blood tripping down her nose.

The men around her had fun watching how much the courier tried to defend herself in a hand to hand combat fight.