[Zach has been walking around for what feels like hours. The lack of sleep, the lack of direction, the lack of anything, it makes him dizzy, makes him want to throw up. He hasn't eaten, despite looking at what is inside the backpack slung over one of his shoulders. It's the taste in the air, coppery blood, making his stomach lurch even more.
He turns another corner, having lost count a long time ago, when he sees her. Just a kid, looking around, taking cautious steps. He's never seen her before.]
Hey! Are you - [He almost asked if she was lost. Well, fuck that, they all are lost.] I mean, d'you need help or something?
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He turns another corner, having lost count a long time ago, when he sees her. Just a kid, looking around, taking cautious steps. He's never seen her before.]
Hey! Are you - [He almost asked if she was lost. Well, fuck that, they all are lost.] I mean, d'you need help or something?