[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Heading towards Newnan[/center][hr]


Ciel slowly started to wake up, rubbing his eyes and looking around nervously as he noticed the truck was no longer moving. Hopefully this meant they'd arrived at Newnan, and not yet another chapter of horrors and misfortunes. He pulled himself upright, feeling tired and weak, which was still a big improvement from a few hours ago. He couldn't really tell what was going on; he supposed he'd have to wait to see if they were allowed to leave the truck. 

He fidgeted slightly, trying not to let his nerves catch up to him. So far he'd done a pretty good job of not freaking out, and with any luck that trend would be able to continue. As soon as he received some medical attention for his little malnutrition problem, he'd finally be able to help out. Not many people had survived the trip, which was by no means a good thing, but it did mean that there were probably some job positions that needed filling now. Maybe he'd have something to do for once. 

Ciel remained mostly silent, not really feeling up to talking. The pain in his stomach had mostly subsided, but his throat was still extremely dry and sore. The road to recovery likely wouldn't be difficult, but would be long and tedious. He mentally swore to do his best not to complain about it, then silently went back to observing the others in the truck: Ray, the woman whose name he hadn't learned yet, and the scattered corpses. Not the best company in the world by any means, but they'd do for now.