"What?"
Silver had been wandering the streets of New Orleans for what had felt like a week, but had only been a few days, in search for the man she called her own - Wyatt Dixon. Upon finding out not only her house, but his has been destroyed because of the freak storm, Silver then returned to the city centre, losing all hope that the love of her life was still alive, that was until she heard a familiar voice, a familiar yell. Dixon? She thought, as she turned in the direction of the yelling, only to spot him across the street, looking as tired and beaten and worried as she looked and felt. Without any hesitation, she darted toward him, stumbling over rocks and half of New Orleans that now lay on the ground as she made her way across the street, now standing only a few inches away from him. ".... You're.. alive"
