[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Back of the truck, HWY 34 [/center][hr]


Ciel didn't seem to be faring well at all. The eleven year old lay curled up on his side, his breathing diminished to wheezing gasps. As he was slipping in and out of consciousness and he was fairly certain half of what he was hearing was delusional, he remained mostly unaware of the chaos that had sparked. One of the women was screaming, but her words failed to register in his brain as anything but garbled nonsense. Though, in retrospect, it was probably for the best that he didn't know how much danger they were all in. The last thing the ill, starving child needed was a reason to panic. 

At this point, there was no longer any indication that Ciel was still conscious. The boy hadn't moved at all since he was placed in the truck, and aside from his shallow gasps for air he made no sound. His crumpled position meant that his face was mostly concealed behind his unkempt locks of platinum blond hair, so it wasn't immediately obvious that his eyes were still open, though glassy and strangely dilated. His arms weakly clutched his stomach, and he seemed to be shivering even though the temperature hadn't dropped from its brutal high. They were still a good distance from Newnan it seemed... hopefully they'd arrive before their small party lost any more members.