It'd been what seemed like years since Dana had last seen her. In the dark of the night, covered in blood and who knows what else, Dana almost didn't even see her along the side of the road. Certainly the sight of some stray arm reaching towards the heavens wasn't new. Even upon seeing that, Dana almost drove right passed... but she'd remember that hair anywhere.

Short, red. Beautiful. No one else that Dana new had ever managed to look so well groomed during the Apocalypse. The breaks on the rusted SUV screamed to a stop as it lurched to the side of the road. The door opened with a clang, and a stray voice called out their protest behind her as Dana nearly threw herself out of the vehicle.

Sure enough, Dana was quick to notice as she crouched beside the figure, it was Addison Carver. She grabbed Addie's stray hand reassuringly as she quickly assessed her wounds. "I knew we'd see each other again," Dana quietly stated.

Though one eye was swollen red and shut, the other squinted up at her with an unfocused glaze. It took a long moment for Addie to recognize the now shoulder length blond hair. Her cracked and bloodied lips fell open in a pitiful attempt to say the name of a woman she faintly remembered. The simple movement, however, stole away the last of her energy.

It was there on the side of the winding road that Addie succumbed to unconsciousness.