↳ train station。

@▸ flora dai。 It was an area Minho had yet to check out as he usually stayed away from the train stations. He had seen quite a few infected around a while ago so this was dangerous territory. Last time he had passed had been a few months ago and he had seen a few infected feasting on a half dead human, gurgling with his own blood as it ran down his face and stomach. He still sometimes dreamed about that - just like the rest of his nightmares got worse every day. He sighed and looked around, ready to grab his knife just in case someone would attack him but it was rather quite until- words. A woman? A frown was seen on his face as he looked around and held his knife but he recognised the voice. He had heard it before. Yesterday? The day before?
"Flora?" he asked confused, hoping he was remembering the right name as sometimes he often mixed them up. He pushed his knife back into his belt before he walkde to the woman. He had been looking for the others after all, her or Xiao or some of the others that needed supplies. "Is it you? It's me, Lino!"

@▸ lee minho。 flora had been wandering off for quite a while, leaving her nephews with nothing but two slices of nearly stale bread and half a canteen of water. it was all they had left, and she wasnt so sure how much longer she could ignore the gnawing in her own stomach. as she nears the train station, she once again brings out the radio from inside her pocket, thinking to give it another try, just in case it works. for as long as it was open, the buzz was all that's heard. "hello?" she decided to call out into the radio, in hopes that someone would answer. alas, there remained only the static noises – the signal tower had been down for quite a while, and they're running out of resources. her slender brows knit together in frustration as she taps on the handheld radio. "agh, please work... you were working earlier!" she was almost begging, almost desperate enough to pray to whatever god seemed to listen. it wasn't until a distant echo of footsteps introduced the presence of a companion that she was knocked out of her trance. she wasn't alone – it was as terrifying as it was reassuring. "who's there?", she calls out to the stranger approaching. "i don't want any trouble, i just need some help."