Aftermath: Life on a scarred planet

Scout

"Anyone could have predicted it you clumsy oath!" Scout shouted while laughing at the same time. The mood around the campfire was almost always a fun one like this, except for when people died, of course. And Scout loved that kind of environment. She thrived in it, to be honest.

"Just be glad you didn't die, Eamon." Scout finished as she calmed down, though a smirk stayed on her face as she looked at the ammunitions expert.

"Who, me? If I died, who would be there to make the world a brighter place?" Eamon asked her with relaxed laughter. Their camp was always comfortable and safe. It had to be. They had spent years traveling through the wastelands and one didn't survive without learning how to create a safe place to rest.

"Besides, my explosions wouldn't kill their own father," Eamon told her before wiping an invisible tear from his eye and continuing in a choked up voice, "It always breaks my heart to see them go out."

Valerie was lying down on the bridge rail, one leg bent upward and the other one dangling over the edge. She just watched the clouds and smiled once in a while to Eamon and Scout's conversation. She sighed. Valerie was practically dying of boredom. She looked at Eamon.

"I wouldn't mind testing some fireworks." She sat upright looking at Eamon.