AND WE ALL STILL DIE // EVACUATION TO THE MOUNTAINS

[GARRETT]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Since joining here a while ago, Garrett had fallen back on his old habit of vanishing into the crowd. As the days grew longer, the young canine's mood grew more and more somber — he didn't want to bother the people here, and even throughout the flooding, he had mostly held his own. He may be a child, but already his size is beginning to show. Long, thick fur is soaked through and clings to shoulders that feel almost awkwardly large for his body. Grayish green eyes are wide with a subtle fear, and for a moment he wishes that he would have stayed in The Typhoon. If nothing else, he wouldn't have had to deal with this. Funnily enough, he worries more after the contents of his satchel than himself. But fear is a contagious sort of thing, and as people pair up and help each other on their trek, he finds himself searching for someone to walk with too. Nobody would really know him, and he's too nervous to try, but the dog still watches for someone that could need his help.

They had a long walk ahead of them, after all.