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[center]Location – Franklin,  near the Main Street diner[/center]
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[i]Day number fifteen since Charles got offed.... and I'm finally back in something that looks like a town.[/i]
The young blonde trudged down main street, a rifle strapped to his back and blood and dirt smeared across his face, clothing and hair. Clearly he hadn't been here in 'proper' civilization that long. He'd just come out of the forest on the southwest side of the town of Franklin, and for the first time in almost a month he could see buildings up ahead. He was tired and starving, and since he'd had nothing to purify water with over the last ten or so days he was feeling rather ill. He hoped it wasn't parasites. He remembered learning about tapeworms and the like back when he was being homeschooled in his parents' mansion. Those were the days, indeed. He had everything he could ever have wanted, but still somehow he craved for something more... adventure. 
[i]Well, looks like I got my wish. Joy. Mazel fucking Tov, me.[/i] He thought, stumbling a bit as he continued down the street. His legs hurt terribly from walking nonstop for hours. 

There had been many times when Ciel had wanted to give up this tireless journey towards nowhere... to just lie down in a nice spot in the woods and let himself fade away. But something kept him going. He thought it was stupidity, but really it was his headstrong, determined nature. He had to get out of this. He had to do the best he could given the circumstances that he had. It was kind of like all those old Indiana Jones movies that his father collected, except wrought with disease and peril.

He continued towards what looked like a diner, currently the closest building to him. He hoped it was still active. He desperately needed food and clean water. The last time he'd technically eaten was when he scavenged a dead squirrel in the forest. He was almost out of bullets for his rifle and didn't want to waste them in case walkers came along.