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

Ciel remained silent and as still as he could possibly keep himself as he was brought to one of the ugliest, largest vehicles Ciel had ever seen in his entire life. He was sure it was safer than walking, but if he weren't starving to death and stranded in walker-infested woods then he would have never touched it with a ten foot pole. His parents had always driven slim, expensive cars, and even then he hadn't really been outside much in the world before these last three years, and he'd spent the majority of those alone in the woods. There was a lot of stuff that still surprised him. 

He tried to edge himself as far away from the corpses as he could manage, hoping that none of them would turn and try to attack. He wasn't sure which ones had been taken care of and which hadn't, and the viking woman was definitely still a threat. She really didn't look so good now, and if she made a grab for Ciel, he was an unarmed child in an already weak state. He'd have no chance, and neither would the man with the missing leg -- Ray, he heard someone call him. Then again, the group of living and uninjured people was larger now, and they could probably act quickly if anything went wrong. 

Ciel sat up to look around at the scene, still on edge but feeling pretty confident that if he died on this trip, it would have to be a freak accident to challenge the likes of the guy who slipped and got a branch through his head. Which is to say that right now he was feeling fairly safe. There was still some danger, as there always was, but panicking about it wouldn't help anyone. It would just be distracting and annoying for the other passengers, and that was the last thing he wanted them to think of him.