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Tsurai and Alex, on the otherhand, had gone to the first town, where Cyrus had been.
There, they found nothing they needed. They did find some things, however, so took those, and went on.

When they got back to their sewer home, the person had already died. Tsurai felt so guilty, and Alex seemed to feel the same, but shrugged it off to Tsurai as an inevitability.

Eventually, Alex got sick. Tsurai thought he was doomed, so tried to get other people to help Alex, since she had helped them.
But they all stayed away.
In an unrelated accident, the only child in the town - a toddler- found the switchblade Alex and Tsurai kept, and decided to play connect-the-dots of Tsurai's spine with it.
Alex stitched Tsurai's back up, adding a new scar and taking away the last of Tsurai's feeling in his backside.
Alex had said that if the blade had gone down any deeper, Tsurai would've been paralyzed.

Later on, the woman became an invalid, and after Tsurai had gotten the stitches taken out, she died, too.

The now-twenty year old didn't know what to do with himself, and tried staying in the stable town. But he couldn't stand staying in one place for so long.
The DuPloys had several houses and Tsurai was used to walking inbetween all of them; his travels after the Fallout increased the feeling of needing to move.
He took long trips down each side of the sewers that weren't inhabitated, strengthening his legs, but after exploring it all countless times, he began getting bored and paranoid about the walls closing in on him.

Neighbors and friends suggested he go out again, but he didn't know where else to go.

Connor, on the other hand, knew exactly where he was, what he wanted, and was mentally stable. He was tall - nearly six feet- and slightly tanned. A tattoo at the top of his arm showed a crescent moon and five-pointed star, which could've meant many things, but the man of 24 never talked about it.
His hair was dark brown and cropped short enough to stand up on it's own, yet still have a few stray hairs in his face.
A scowl was almost always present on him, and if not that, then a frown or some sign of no emotion. He hardly ever smiled, but that didn't mean he was having a bad time.

Blue eyes looked to Isiah, who was sitting and smoking again, no doubt thinking about past occurances of somesort.
"One of these days there won't be any more cigs to smoke, you know. Then where will you be?" A rhetorical question.
"You should really try and get away from it, Isiah."
Connor was standing over the other man, but his gaze quickly averted to the group of Denziens off near the well with a "hmph". Kaegan was saying something to them, but they were too far off to make it out.

Connor frowned deeper than usual. "Even if the rain was clean, there aren't any seeds to plant, nor nutrition in this.." He looked down and kicked the ground, dust flying up. ".. Sand."

Looking back up again, he watched Kaegan some more. "I'm not looking at him like that, and you know it. I'm just watching." With a sigh, he looked back to Isiah, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I still don't understand why you'd willingly obstruct your bodies with all that ink to denote hierarchy."

Connor hmphed once more and sat down, across from Isiah, legs crossed before him. "Don't approve of it, either."

"I think they overdo it."
Connor looked over to Kaegan, watching. Connor was a quiet person, just liked watching everything. He hardly did anything else- that anyone knew about, anyway.

Looking back toward Isiah at the last comment, he tossed up his hands, "I wouldn't know."

Eying Kaegan once more, a few moments passed before something seemed to catch Connor's attention. Standing up to get a better look, he placed his right hand over his eyes to block out the sun at the very faint dot of a shape coming up from Kaegan's direction.

"Someone's coming," He stated, a very minute hint of excitement in his voice.

Instinctively, Connor went rigid while starting to walk toward the dot that was still about half a mile off.

Connor stopped when Kaegan asked him the question. He gave a slight growl of disappointment, as the dot he was following also stopped.

"I think he saw us. Hrmph." Blue eyes turned to Kaegan.
"Don't know ywt. It's just a dot. Looks like a person. Alone."
He looked back to the dot, who had started moving again.

"We'll have to wait and see what it really is. Too far away to tell." Connor let out a low groan while facing Kaegan. "You're getting to old for this, you know."

"And what are you going to do with it?" Connor crossed his arms over his shirt, wife beater as thin and dirty as some old toilet paper.. That hadn't been used, of course.

"Not kill him, I hope."

A noise came from his throat. It sounded like a weird mix between a growl and a "hmm".

"I'm not a Denzien, and I don't exactly like you culture, but I'm stuck with it, aren't I?"
Then he finished up, protecting himself, "But I'm only a scout, what do I know?"

Connor sighed. "You know exactly why I won't leave." He looked back over to the dot, that was now just vaguely visable.

He noticed the shirt's design though. And despite not knowing Isiah when the event had happened, he still saw it.
"I have a bad feeling about this..."

He squinted, shielding his eyes again. "But it doesn't look like he brought that woman with him, this time. Wonder what's up."