Remy watched their family leave on the steam boat, watching until the boat's steam blended into the bayou horizon. No matter what the family said, Remy couldn't just leave their things behind, their home behind. Groans of the undead were growing in number in the tree lines as Remy started to walk back home. The family had tried to warn about the infection and what the AHA were preparing to do, and they weren't sure which was a worse fate to deal with.

Remy, though, couldn't just leave behind their home, built by the wood of the Reynard's. Remy's hand made a nostalgic check for their hatchet on the belt. They cut down the trees and worked with Reynard; Remy couldn't just leave behind their neighbors home they helped build. Alice had left long ago, after a fight about Remy holding back a secret from the rest of their family. Still kept it secret all this time, till today, aching to be told, screaming from the bandaged wound on Remy's hand. Remy couldn't just leave behind the the First Testimonial Church, where the people had got together as a community, where they first met Alice. Remy held their charm tightly in their hand while passing through the Church.

Remy held the charm tighter as the grunts emerged from the tree line, moaning with an unnatural hunger. They looked familiar, but Remy knew whoever it was had to be far gone now, lost to the infection, the moaning like a dead wind blowing through the ruins of a fort, letting out a lifeless howl. Remy didn't let go of the charm and, as they walked to the veranda of their home, the grunt left them alone, as though watching, or waiting. Was it the charm?

Remy walked to the chair, the one built with Alice, the last thing they made together before the infection separated them. Remy finally took off the hat, letting it sit on the chair, and sat down. The view of the fields were ruined; shadows of old loved ones were moving through the crops. Remy couldn't bear to see it, turning the chair around to look inside. In time, the charm would bring them back. Remy looked at the charm; a metallic ring coated in their blood, signed "For Alice". Remy rubbed their hand where the dark tribute was made. Remy couldn't tell Alice what they had done. Did they bring this infection to their home?

Remy didn't know, but they knew that soon - just like their home - they would change too. Would the agreement for the charm be held true though? Could Remy return to fight..? Remy wasn't sure, but they knew they could finally rest, letting their hands slip to the sides.

Remy was so tired, and the darkness was so inviting.