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

Ciel had nothing left to do but comply with these people, whoever they were. Based on everyone's reactions to them, Ciel was fairly certain they could be trusted. At the very least, the Viking-type woman with the bite seemed to know them, and she had come from Newnan after all. This seemed to confirm Ciel's assumption that these people were there from Newnan to bail them out of this terrible situation. He listened carefully to everything that was being said, though he couldn't make much of it. Though he was no longer on the verge of death, he was still uncomfortable enough that it was difficult to concentrate on the sounds of people's voices. Most of the noise just ended up adding to his headache instead of registering in his brain as processable information. 

Anyway, the eleven year old was glad to be moved out of the corpse-filled truck. He was surprised that on a voyage with such a high death count, he was one of the lucky ones who made it out. However, as they tried to get everyone across, one of the men from Newnan got a tree branch through his eye and expired. Ciel shuddered. That was not a good way to go. He quickly forced down his discomfort and stayed still so as to not be annoying to those trying to carry him across. The best he could do right now was not to be more of a liability than he had to.