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Almost five hours to go. He hmphed. He wondered how long they would spend those hours walking. He wasn't too tired, but walking around through a bunch of ruins wasn't exactly so entertaining.

"What do you think is wrong with the sky?" he asked.

"If it were that we would be dead already." He looked back to Isiah. Was he really having such a hard time? Bornes couldn't help but foster a chuckle.
But, Bornes had already warned him how many times now? Three? The man would be stuck with his decision this time. Bornes didn't feel like being the gentleman.

"What did the sky look like during the day? Did it have any funny colors?" he set his sight back on the road ahead of him. He knew nothing about how the world worked and he certainly didn't know much about nuclear fallout. But he assumed if they weren't barfing or tired or crying as if the air were tear gas, they were okay.

Now he was simply curious.

Bornes sighed again. He supposed Isiah didn't appreciate things like that. Oh well. His posture sunk a bit as time wore on, and about three hours passed before Bornes legs were so sore it felt like he was walking through mud. He walked enough, and his horrid posture was finally beginning to show it. The duffel bag had worn him down faster than he had realized.

He stopped and turn to Isiah before asking the other man if his legs were all right.
It didn't really matter, though. Bornes let the bag drop to his feet and sat on it, stretching out his knees with a few groans. The sky was beginning to lighten up, but he knew it would be a couple more hours before dawn actually broke. He'd leave his glasses off for now.

Nonetheless, as his pupils contracted with the brightening light, they were forming slits like a cat's eyes. It was something Bornes had never really paid attention to. But when he looked at himself in the mirror and happened to see it happen, he was honest in himself in that it was not one of his more... trusted traits.

Bornes yawned again, watching Isiah. He placed his elbow on his knee and his head on his fist.

"You're quite comical."

He let out a small chuckle. "It does."

"And I didn't even think of that." He looked around, wondering if any of the building that were falling apart were worth habituating. "Do you have a suitable place in mind? We could just move now."

Bornes let out a single laugh.
"Comical indeed." He got up with a resistant groan, hurdling the dufflebag not-so-effortlessly over his back.

He didn't even bother standing up straight and his legs protested with a fierce burn, but he still managed to force a straight face with a slight smirk on it, just to mock Isiah.

"Where to?"

Bornes followed Isiah in the door. As soon as the words left the other man's mouth, Bornes dropped the bag carelessly on the floor and situated himself into one of the booths, thankful to have a cushion under him. Although, the cushion wasn't as comfortable as it should've been, considering a lot of it had melted or torn, but it was more comfortable than the ground or the duffle bag.

He carefully leaned his weight on the table in front of him, and once he was confident it was stable, he laid his upper body on it, head on the table with an exasperated sigh. He felt as if he should say "Ah, home.." But he had never lived here.

He was just thankful to have some place that didn't resemble a prison.
He waited a few minutes, closing his eyes before he forced himself to speak.
"Do you think the food, if we find any, is safe for eating?"