"That's... part of it," he admitted quietly. "I don't want to know if she's still where I left her... I'd like to think so, that she passed and was ignored. But I know better. The raiders who attacked us knew her, hated her. She'd kept them at bay for years." He gestured a little. "The rifle I use was hers. They knew its sound--they called her the Snapper, because all they'd hear is a<i>snap</i>, then one of them would be dead." He trailed off for a moment. He didn't want to imagine what they had done with her body. He didn't have to--their enemies at each previous settlement had been gruesome example enough. He could still see the naked, bloody bodies hanging from the walls if he thought about it too hard. He looked back down at her and sighed again, then smiled. "That'd be nice, though. I'll have to see if the area's even viable anymore, it could be utterly overrun for all I know."