[color=Khaki][center][h2]Desmond Mores[/h2][/center][/color] 
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While everyone was busy doing their own thing, Desmond was busy resting. Sitting down on a halfway destroyed bench nearby. Keeping up with his group took a toll on him. Revenants are being faster and have better stamina than humans, but Desmond still managed to keep with his group regardless. He has really never run that fast before, and he owns it wanting to get as far as possible from the Tsar Bomba. How a Lost can get that big and turn into a living bomb is beyond him. Seriously normal Lost are a problem but that thing. Desmond sighed at the thought and thought, just why fricked why.  

While he rested, Desmond turned his gaze to the rest of his team. Most of resting on benches like he was while it looks like Lys went into a record store. He has half a mind to go in with her and see if any records survive and if there was some good music. But, Desmond would prefer to stay where he was and rest a bit more. Though it would be nice to have a music night like he used to have back at his home settlement. Maybe even a movie night if they were lucky. He just hoped that if Lys does find anything in that place that they have the same taste in music. 

So Desmond leaned back and let his head rest on the top of the bench, getting a good view of the sky. Mission accomplished despite some injuries and close calls. Everyone returning home and that is all anyone call wish for in this world. Closing his eye for a short bit before snapping to when Poppy spoke to everyone about heading back. [color=Khaki]Time to get back home and get out of this cursed city."[/color] Saying it to himself as he slowly got up from the bench. Taking a deep tired breath waiting for everyone to get ready to leave [color=Khaki]"I am so glad that we drove here because I would hate to have to hike all the way back home after everything that happened here."[/color]