Episode One

Saffron was having a GREAT time.

Most did when operating on screaming people for three days straight. Fighting infection and removing a bullet with baby wipes, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol and a spoon wasn't exactly the BEST way to solve the huge problem of the HOLE in Dime's chest, but it was what she had, and since she was religious now she had to 'help thy neighbor'.

Like, who thought of that?! Who wanted to help that neighbor who never mowed their lawns and dogs shit on your lawn and whose kids hop your fence to get the toys they threw over the fence whILE YOU ARE TRYING TO ENJOY YOUR NICE, RELAXING TRIP TO THE HOT TUB AFTER YOU JUST GAVE BIRTH TO A GOAT?! BECUASE THAT SHIT IS SOME DAMN HARD WORK! MAKES YA SWEAT BUCKETS- AND YOU DON'T NEED BRATTY LITTLE KIDS TO WEIGH IN AND JUDGE YOUR LIFE CHOICES. AND ASK YOURSELF WHY DO YOU EVEN BREATHE OR WAKE UP EVERYMORNING TO GO TO GOATEE DAYCARE THE. TO YOUR OFFICE JOB FOR MINIMUM WAGE

Jesus Christ apparently.



Listen to Musst Safron, because she be preaching' the words of the crazies. Tell your friends. If you needed her she could probably be found under a beige screaming end of the world rambling and advertising mustache daycare companies.

Saffron didn't know how her mind went from helping thy neighbor to giving birth to goats and life choices, so she blamed it on sleep deprivation.

Saffron had stayed up for three + days pulling a bullet out of Dime's stomach (and he wasn't exactly being helpful by screaming and making it sound like she was torturing people) and by the end she was half crazy.

Despite the exhaustion, she tried to keep busy as much as possible- long Panic! At the Disco, David Crowder Band, Florence & The Machine and Melanie Martinez Kareoke hours, gun cleaning, hunting from the roof, reorganizing her nine different clothing items I to new outfit combinations, practicing what she was going to say when Dime woke up-

She didn't even remember passing out on the couch while she was reloading her rifle for the seventy second time.

Yes she counted.

Every time Saffron tried going to sleep, she would think about him waking up and siltting her throat while she slept (not completely without reason, she did just watch him throw a match into a gasoline filled truck (full of people) (well maybe not full of people so saying that made it dramatic) (so full of drama Saffy) (thank you Saffy) (shut UP Saffy) (sorry Saffy) even though he knew he would be blown sky high along with it- and that kept her awake.

Eventually, her brain just shut her down.

She woke up when she heard the jingling sound of her empty-can security system going off.

Genious (and original) idea.

We snapped awake, and her trigger finger hovered a inch away from the trigger when she saw Dime staring straight at her.

He had been trying to leave. Typical.

"What are you doing." She said, falling into shooting position. Her accent was a little bi heavy. She decided to lighten it up a bit.

Instead of running or anything else, he looked nervous.

Well, I would be nervous too if I had just been shot and someone was aiming another gun at me, Saffron reasoned.

"I was leaving." He said, weakly gesturing to the door, then looking at the foot that had been caught in the trap.

"We'll, no kidding." She snorted. "Why don't you sit down. I can get sodas. We haven't spoken in a while."

"We haven't?" Dime said it with such pure confusion, he even left Saffron feeling confused.

"What?"

"What what?" He said back, shrugging.

Okay this is weird.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Shiva."

"Saffron." She replied.

They stared at eachother for a bit longer before Saffron pointed the nose of the gun at the wicker rocking chair.

"Take a seat, Shiva. We have a few things to talk about."

Saffron realized she probably seemed like a nut case about 1/3 of the way through their conversation, and decided to keep going with it.

"You."

As as on as e said that, Saffron saw his face morph into one I confusion.

"What do you mean me?"

"Are you saying you have forgotten me? Oh how offended I am." She said, pretending to swoon before falling back into the couch.

"Sorry."

Dropping the Russian accent completely, she tuned into one of a southern-Australian mix in a flash before saying "We'll, don't be!"

He looked surprized.

"Never seen a voice mimicker?"

"I may have, and forgotten."

"Oh yah, your memory loss."

"You called me Dime- is that my name?"

He looked so desperate, Saffron was almost sorry to tell him the truth.

"No. Just a fake name you went other. It was a joke- calling the doctors 'a dime a dozen' so eventually, we just called you Dime."

"Oh."

He sounded disappointed.

"Hey, do you want some liquor? I have some Jack Daniels but I'm too afraid to try it..."

keri stared blankly for a bit, before she pulled Felina into a tight hug, smoothing her curls gently.

"Shhh. Felina. It's okay, it's okay hey,"

She wiped mascara off of her cheeks and smiled.
She didn't feel like smiling.
She felt like screaming and crying. Felina had lied to her, Shiva was dead. He'd been dead, and they'd kept looking.

Keri took a glance behind her, Selina and Auggie were sporting bloodshot eyes, they were hungry, and bags hung under their eyes.

Now, Keri understood what it must be like to have your baby die during birth.

All that suffering and work. For nothing, it was all just tossed away like an apple core.

"It's alright Felina. You did a great job, thank you so much for trying. "

Keri nodded and smiled again.

"Okay. How about we go get something to eat. What do you want?"

Keri nodded and kissed the very top of Felina's head.

"Alright. "

"Selina! Auggie! Lets go! Chop chop!"

Selina and Auggie cheered.
"MCDONALDS!"
Keri grinned and nodded.
"That's okay with me- what-"

That's when it hit her.
It hit her like a ton of bricks falling from the sky.

Everest.

GOD DAMN IT! She'd been going on and on about how everyone mattered and FUCKING whoops! They'd left someone behind.

"Felina. " she said.

"We. Forgot. Everest. "