It started raining just as we made it back to the bus depot the next day.
"Good timing," I noted as I closed the door.
"You have any food?" Ellie asked me, "I'm starving."
I put my bag down on a table and opened it looking for something to eat.
"Here," I tossed her a can of food.
"Thanks, want some?" she said as she pried the can open and started eating its contents.
"Nah, I'm good."
"You sure?" she asked mouth half full.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I chuckled.
"More for me then."
I left my bag on the table and dived on the nearby couch, "Its been a while since I've rested on something decent."
"Do you want me to take the first watch then?" she asked before tossing away the empty can.
"If you want to."
"Ok," she said as I closed my eyes trying to get to sleep.
I woke up a few hour later with Ellie shaking my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "Hey, hey, someone's here."
"Who?"
"A firefly."
"Shit. We need to go."
"Daniel? Are you in there?" I familiar female voice called.
"Michelle?"
"Thank god I found you," she said as the drenched firefly climbed through a window.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"I was sent with a group of fireflies to find you and bring you back to Vegas. They're all dead and I don't want to be a firefly anymore. I want to get away from here, start again."
"How can I trust you?"
"Daniel, does this seem familiar to you?" Ellie asked.
"Yeah, when Sam and Henry died," I replied, "When I revealed myself."
"We let you come with us. We trusted you enough."
"But she's a firefly."
"And you could have been a hunter."
"Very well," I turned to the eighteen year old, "You can come, but give me your guns. And don't ever leave either Ellie's or my side."