Laura watched Pip running around after Narisa's dog. She sat under a large oak tree. On each branch dangled the name of someone who had lost their life during the fight against the corruption. It had been almost a whole winter since the fall of the corrupted, and finally life had begun to take some form of normality. Jackton stood tending to Blake's old horse Stevie. Since the King had died Laura had decided against becoming the new ruler, suggesting a democracy instead. In charge at the moment was Isaac, under close observation from his second in command Narisa. Most of the aristocrats had died, so none of them had been able to use their power to gain control, but the outskirters had taken shelter in the underground and thus survived the onslaught of death. Life was finally fair for everyone. Laura stood and stretched, before watching one of the many names twirl around in the light summer breeze. The words 'Erin Blake' were engraved on the silver plaque. "I'm going off for a bit." She informed Pip. "Stay out of trouble." With that Laura skipped off, whistling happily to herself.