At the sound of voices and activity outside the tent, Zach began stirring and stretching where he lay. Technically he had been awake for some time now, but he had just stayed on his sleeping bag trying to go back to sleep, succeeding on and off for an hour or so. Finally he sat up, getting his bearings while he ran his hand through his hair. Several spots were sticking up from static giving him a bit of bed-head, which tended to come easily to his light, thin hair.
On the upside it was fairly easy to tame his hair and he sleepily grabbed his comb from his pack and began flattening out the worst of it and breaking up the few knots that had formed. After a few moments his hair was more or less presentable, looking just a tad poofy since he did*’* want to waste water from his bottle to flatten it all the way. Mostly it just stuck out in a few wisps at the back, but he did*’t really care enough about his appearance at this point to give it any mind.
Zach stood to a crouch from his spot and made his way to unzip the tent flap before peering out at the middle of the campsite. James, Ashlyn, and Allen had gathered and appeared to be discussing something. Zach began to step out to join them then paused, with a thought, before turning back inside the tent. He dug through his pack to retrieve a box of snack bars.
His mother had insisted he put them in his pack in case he wasn’t getting enough food and he had actually forgotten it was there. She was a bit over bearing, but given the circumstances he supposed it was good he gave in. There was a bit of an unusual family dynamic in his house and he had been glad for the reprieve of camping. Even now he did*’t feel as affected by the recent events as he should. That’s not to say he was glad that his family along with the rest of humanity seemed to have been wiped from the face of the planet, but for some reason he just did*’t feel… anything really.
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