Lisa tightly hugged Chuck who looked like he was hovering between the borders of life and death and completely ignored the onrushing Dale. She didn't wish for such an ending but fate was cruel and unpredictable. It showed her moments of bliss only to drop her in the pits of hell the next second.
She embraced Chuck and caressed his cheek, the man who would always wear a stoic face and bicker with her in every opportunity he can find, currently had a peaceful face. She knew how desperately he wanted to save her and for that he worked his body so bad that it was truly a god's miracle that he still had a faint trace of life.
Victory and defeat didn't matter to her any longer. If they were destined to go down, she at least wanted to share the same fate as him.
