Faith swore long and hard as she waded back to shore. Who knew tidal surges were so unpredictable? Another boat lost and another strike for her theory she was either cursed, or a shitty sailor. It was a full month since she left her 'apocalypse family' and she hadn't given up hope of finding her way back to her actual family by any means necessary. So far, things had definitely not progressed well since she'd lost her pet engineer. At least it wasn't raining today. Faith spotted a familiar blue hulled wreck and decided to see if the sunny ledge was still in a useable condition. Much more wary now that she was truly alone, Faith took no chances and took a full ten minutes to cover the few dozen yards. Happy and convinced that there were no Infected in the immediate area, Faith stripped down to her undershirt and repurposed boxer shorts; and spread out her clothes and belongings to dry in the sun. The sound of footsteps from behind her made Faith jump. "Fuckit!" She scrabbled for her handgun and turned to face the threat. A familiar face popped over the edge of the precipice. "Hello." "Ish!" A second man, one Faith didn't recognise appeared a split second later and drew his own weapon. Ish quickly dropped the blue bucket he had been holding and stood between the two twitchy and armed strangers. "Kyle; calm down. This is Faith. She's an old friend." He turned to the wild-eyed girl, "Faith. This blond ox is Kyle. Now everybody put down the boomsticks and let's go inside." Kyle reluctantly lowered his own, significantly larger handgun, "Ish; I really don't think it's a good idea to invite a stranger into our home. You know; especially after how hard we worked to keep this place safe." He glared at the half-dressed girl, who matched him evil look for evil look. "Don't worry Kai, she's one of us." Ish reached out and ruffled her now short brown hair, "Besides, I've always said you need a little Faith." Faith groaned. "That was poor Barnabus. You can do better." Kyle snorted, "No he can't."