The convenience of the first aid kit bothered Zaino more than the amount of people that had now surrounded him. He could understand the water, but if there was a town nearby, why would it have been necessary to bring rations along? Under normal circumstances, he could've been called out for being too paranoid, but to him it was all but justified. Everything about these people seemed off, and even though he recognized Helena, he wasn't sure if he could trust her either. After everything he'd been through, how was it even remotely possible for him to do so? Even if these people really were survivors, the chance of them turning traitor was more than likely to occur. Again, he couldn't take his chances, throwing the first aid kit back at the cavalier and spitting in the face of his apology.

[b]"You can keep your knight in shining armor games to yourself."[/b]

Zaino wiped the sweat from his grimy blood-stained face, shoving past the horse. It was then that his body began to succumb to the long days of fatigue and an array of other sickly conditions, having not been able to take more than ten steps before falling to his knees and nearly keeling over. His sword, acting as a temporary leverage, quickly fell to the side as the rest of his body that was still upright hit the ground headfirst. As much as he desperately tried to pull himself back up, he no longer possessed the energy to do so. His head inched to his face to view the right side of his lower abdomen, where like in many other places around his body, an open wound presented itself. [i]Poison... the coward's weapon.[/i]

[i]Fuck... I pushed myself too far. I can't move...[/i]
And with that, unconsciousness swept over Zaino.

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[b]"Oi,"[/b] Xanxus snapped his fingers twice in front of Lantus' face, wondering if the old man had entered one of those temporary hibernation periods that elderly folk were known for. He shrugged, folding his arms as he waited for Lantus to break his trance. [i]Now's not really the time for this.[/i]