Now she was being a girl, and bathing in the hot spring we had miraculously found. Our luck wasn't good, I mean, we were stranded in the snow with below zero temperatures, our cells had no reception, no cars, or plaines, or any other damned vehicle had come by to se us, my poor totaled baby, or our huge SOS sign that Rayne made. But, we had food, we were alive, we had a gun, we had a fishing pole, we had enough clothes, we had stuff to make fires, and we were falling for each other, rather than hating each other. Our determination to stay alive had outweighed the pain of our wounds, and we were doing quite well, for the nature of the situation. And she kissed me.

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