[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Crash site[/center][hr]

Ciel flinched a bit as Raymond made direct eye contact with him and offered a warm smile, though the kid did eventually smile back hesitantly. He'd grown a bit unused to these sorts of normal interactions, in the long time he'd been mostly on his own. He'd been shy and isolated to begin with, mostly the fault of his late overprotective parents. The sudden chaotic situation only succeeded in further stunting his social skills. If he'd been older and more developed at the time of the apocalypse, he probably wouldn't have been this heavily affected. He'd taken on a stoic attitude to the prospect of death, but simple things seemed to make him paranoid. 

But aside from that, he seemed to be doing okay. A little nauseous, and still with a dry throat, but most of the pain had subsided. It would be a while before he was eating normally, but at least he wasn't really suffering that much anymore. He curled his knees up to his chest, watching as other people started to approach the scene. He figured they were probably from Newnan, here to give them a helping hand. However, the possibility that they were raiders masquerading as aids was still out there, and so he pushed himself further into the back of the truck and stayed in his crumpled fetal position, thinking that in the worst case scenario, he would play dead and hope they didn't have the sense to check.