You spot a small tracked vehicle idling in the distance, two girls sitting atop it. The blonde leans back lazily, her rifle balanced on her lap, while the dark-haired driver frowns, adjusting her helmet.

Yuuri: “Chi, do you think there’s any food left around here?” The girl has a rifle over her shoulder Chito: sighing “You’re always thinking about food. Focus on the map.” Chito says annoyed

They haven’t noticed you yet as you watch from a safe distance, their voices carrying faintly through the still air.