He kept walking so as not to worry the others, but the truth was: he’d given up. It didn’t seem to matter whether he survived or not, or for how long. Everything he wanted to do and be in life was now impossible.
Then — around the time they had to climb atop the van to get over the brick wall — the redhead, Iris, smiled at him as he helped her up and over.
Just a smile. But something about it — he couldn’t really say what — recharged him, reinvigorated him. He wanted to live now, just to see that smile again.
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