If anyone were to ask Nino how long he had been moving, he would only answer in silence. Most of the time that had passed since the plague spread outside of Italy was mostly a blur. Minutes, hours, heck even days could have passed and Nino would be entirely clueless. Had it not been for his brother's encouraging words and Nino keeping a physical grasp on him, Nino probably would've keeled over by now. His legs protested, his mind was stuck in a fever induced haze as all he could do was blindly follow his brother to where he was taking them. It's not like he had to worry though. Nino would follow Giovanni anywhere in the world.

Nino watched almost curiously as they walked down a row of occupied houses, his vision swimming uneasily as he clutched onto Giovanni's sleeve with clammy hands. He watched as they passed one house, two houses, three, four, five, six houses before finally stopping at an isolated one a little bit away. He couldn't quite tell if someone had been living there or not, but it looked like his brother decided that they would crash here judging by how close they got to said building. Pulling away to let Giovanni do his thing, Nino watched with half lidded eyes and quiet breaths as the older male proceeded to leisurely walk into the door, knocking it down with ease.

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Catrina, better known as Na since she could never say her full name as a kid, sat quietly at the kitchen table, biting her nails as if it was the only thing left to eat in the world. She'd been in such a state for quite a while actually as four days had past and she only really moved if Al or herself needed something. There was a lot of things she wanted to do. Cry was probably one of the first things, right before grabbing Alistair and forcing him to stay within arm length. But right now, her mind could barely think straight. They were currently separated from not only their parents, but even the rest of the possible survivors as their parents thought it would a 'good idea' to have their little space during this 'holiday vacation'. Looks like in this case it could seen as a blessing and a curse.

Frowning intensely as she started biting down on her fingers, Na could really only think of their parents and what they were doing now. Probably still at the airport. She specifically remembered them telling her to look out for Al and that they should head back to the house for safety reasons. Why couldn't they all just come back together? It would have been far better for the sake of Na's sanity, but unfortunately, here they were, worrying about some plague that the Italians couldn't keep from spreading. She knew she wasn't cut out for this, nor did she think something like this could even happen in the real world, but here she was now...

Expecting Alistair to push her out of her thoughts like he normally did - and vice versa, which tended to happen more often - she was instead startled by the front door crashing to the floor with a loud and resounding thud.
[color=firebrick][b]"S-Stay put, Al!"[/b][/color] She whisper yelled as she immediately grabbed a butter knife - it was all she could find and she was panicking okay - for self defense as she steadily tiptoed to the now gaping hole in their house. [color=firebrick][b]"H-Hello?"[/b][/color] She whispered in English, causing her accent to be more pronounced because of it.

While she expected someone to jump out and try to attack her, she was instead met with a pair of boys sitting in the living couch as if they belonged there. The...they couldn't be serious, right? Furrowing her brows in slight annoyance seeing as they didn't look to be too much of a threat, Na waved her hand in the air.
[color=firebrick][b]"Um, excuse you? Why did you do that?!"[/b][/color] She yelled, noting that her voice startled the ombre haired one with the red face. What was up with him?