The screams and growling from outside no longer frightened her. But her leg burned like fire, she felt dizzy, cold and warm at the same time. If only she hadn´t gone back, but she had to know!

She looked again at the photo in her hand, her sister. As long as she could remember she had always been there, they had promised each other to always look after the other! the tears took her by surpraise, she had always been the strong one, always hold her stuff together.

"I´m sorry, I tried, I really did" she whispered quietly while she dropped the photo on the matress. The cold steel in her hand felt safe. She whispered there favourite song and closed her eyes...

This version is a BizArt of the Wanderer from Nordlys miniatures kickstarter. Painted with acrylics.