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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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[swatsflies]

Outside?
Isn't it

[ Oh Shit.

He can feel everything turning cold inside of him as the realization settles in. It's after lockdown and Al is locked outside.

It's the second part of the message that keeps him together long enough to send a response ]

Y
Yeah I can do that.
You can count on me.

[ He has to keep it together for Zack. ]

[armoured]

[Even through text, he can feel the shock and distress rolling from Zell's replies in waves. It hurts, just chips a little deeper into his heart with guilt. He should have kept a closer eye on the time, he knows better than this.]

Thanks, Zell.

I won't stick around, I don't want you to have to deal with being with me when it happens.

[swatsflies]

It's okay, man.
If you want to stick around I don't mind.
We can share stories or I can share all the embarrassing shots I have of Zack.

[ He doesn't really deal well with watching his friends die, but it was easier to distance himself from it on text.
It was easier to think that he's keeping Al company until he falls asleep for a long while.]

[armoured]

[He laughs quietly on his side of the tablet, not that Zell can hear it, gratitude and warmth filling him on the inside even if he's freezing externally.]

It's okay, Zell, I've got this. Take care of yourself.

[And with that, he's gone.]

[swatsflies]

[ No Al. COME BACK ]