[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Back of the truck, somewhere in the woods[/center][hr]

Ciel was feeling almost half okay at this point. Not great by a long shot, but definitely several steps up from where he was before. If everything went alright and he didn't get killed by the soon-to-be-walker, he'd almost certainly get to see the end of this awful trip. They were still stopped; probably someone from Newnan would be showing up shortly to bail them out. Hopefully before things got any worse. 

The eleven year old stayed sitting in the back of the truck, though he felt like he could probably move if he had to. He almost wished he'd brought a book or something to draw with. Well, he had, but he presumed his pack got left in the infirmary back in Franklin and he definitely didn't plan to go back for it. That would just be needlessly endangering his life, which was already slightly in danger to say the least. Children were usually among the first to die in situations like these, and he was smart enough to know that he was lucky to have made it this long. Now, if only he could keep up his winning streak, he had a solid chance of making it through this.