Arran walks over; peeking between the random, mingy pieces of plywood the kids have used to board up the windows, he mutters something to himself.

The once carefree, fit and well-mannered teenager is now weighed down with the responsibility of many, many children - his age and younger. He is no longer the athletic, healthy boy he was, now skinny and lacking muscle mass. Despite having to run around out and do much exercise to find food, the lack of actually finding any doesn't allow the children to build up much muscle. He, while still respectable, kind and considerate, he has lost his put-together and gentle manner. He is often a bit grumpy when he is on his own, and he has lost care for formalities and appearance. Well, it's not like it really does matter anymore.

"It's getting dark." He mutters to himself, rubbing his forehead. His blonde hair in turn becomes even more dishevelled.