Miriam leaned her head on Prepotente’s frozen shoulder as the sun rose up over the trees. The rain had finally stopped, just long enough for the light to shine brightly on a clearing in the middle of the forest in this forsaken place. A health bar appeared, and it slowly started to drain away. Donut: Carl? Would you do the same thing to save me? Carl: Without hesitation. I will break you all. “My beautiful boy,” Miriam whispered as she turned to dust. “My beautiful boy.”
