Kristie sighed as she stared out at the green illuminated night landscape of Potosi. She hadn't even so much as blinked since she started her watch, she wasn't tense but something was nibbling at the back of her neck. Something bothered her, and it was more complicated than simply 'why did this happen' or 'why did I survive' types of questions. She had high hopes there were more survivors, but Jake, Marcus and Dinah were the first living people she'd seen since the ambush. Kristie wondered briefly if they were the only survivors left, or was there a possibility another sanctuary of survivors still remained. Her thoughts drifted from subject to subject, she was beginning to feel like this was any other night watch. Watching for the usual stuff, curious civilians trying to sneak a peek inside the base, or late sailors and Marines trying to sneak in without being noticed. Nothing changed, except now everyone trying to get in was likely dead.<br/><br/>Kristie's thoughts turned to her newfound survivor friends. The decision was made that she had to lighten up, drop the tough-as-nails Marine act, whether or not anyone believed it was up for debate, and try to befriend some people. She had to stop being so negative, even if her natural instincts were more pessimistic than optimistic, Kristie knew she wasn't helping by building bombs as a last resort measure. She wondered how everyone came to arrive here, how everyone managed to survive, and what they had to do. Jake looked like he was handling everything well, but Kristie knew that everyone had ghosts. Markus looked different though, like he'd had to make a hard choice. Kristie didn't know what it was, and right now she didn't care, but he looked like he had been thinking about his choice and doubted the one he made. Kristie was not in the business of diving into someone elses problems, but she wanted to desperately for a shoulder to cry on that she thought she was looking into things that weren't there, to try and make herself feel better. She hadn't done anything except live, but she now had no friends, no family and no comrades. Everyone she knew and loved was gone, and it brought a tear to her eye. A loud crack and flash in the night sky made her look up as she wiped the tear away, wishing her problems would go with it. "<strong>Fuck...weather.</strong>" Kristie mumbled, as she pulled her blouse up to her neck and recoiled her shoulders inwards, preparing if rain were too fall.<br/><br/>Finally, Dinah. The newest arrival of everyone, but then again she showed up all of 20 minutes after the rest had met. Kristie hadn't had time to figure anything out about her, but one thing was clear about everyone; they were survivors. They had survived, and that meant they could continue to do so. Kristie doubted herself alot, it came with being told everything was wrong until perfection. Even when it was perfect, it wasn't perfect enough. It made her good, but it made her doubt herself aswell. Normally the kind of training Marines got made them better, but Kristie never had the support necessary, at least not anymore. After the ambush, she felt everything was her own fault. It made her more aware and cautious, but she had a sickening feeling in her stomach that everything she did was wrong in some way. Kristie sniffled and fought back tears as her friends in the Marines, all killed in the convoy, began appearing in her mind. Men and women she'd trusted with every detail of her life, mixed with happy memories and then crashed by their screams on the night the convoy was lost. Kristie gripped her M40A3 with self-anger raging through her veins.