I am now 33. Adler and I have three beautiful children and live in a cottage. We now live surrounded in a glorious light, darkness comes in the evening. My children and I love to dance in the sun. Our field is filled with flowers, and our parents live in houses next to us. Adler grows our food, and I take care of our kids and teach them from the book. I tell them about how Adler and I met, how we helped destroy the Dark King, and how we died and came back to life. That‘s their favorite part. They love our stories.
Sometimes, I see Thor in the sky and I wave, knowing who the rider is. Since that day, I have seen a few zombies, which I subtly killed. But it’s been close to seven years since the last zombie. I got to know my parents, and they told me why they named me Samara. Samara means, “Protected by God.” They felt that it was the right name, and I believe it was. Spending time with my parents made me feel like a child again. This time, without the trauma, pain, and loneliness. Adler’s parents and my parents get along well, which makes us feel even more like a big family. At night, when the moon and stars come out, we make sure that the kids are sleeping with their grandparents, and we sneak away. We fall asleep outside under the stars. I hope to die like this. Well… I hope to die again, but differently then last time. I hope to die in peace. I think of this as I cuddle myself closer to Adler, and I fall asleep, with the stars shining above us.