The air raid sirens went off again and the fog rolled back in like a sea, bringing with it the wet cold that bit down to the bone on the parts of him that weren't covered. They'd stopped to put their coats back on and re-position their supplies, but had kept going despite the limited visibility.

He doubted either of them really knew where they were going, they didn't have a destination in mind, they'd just been generally heading towards the broken amusement park that was now about a mile out.

They could probably make it soon if they kept going, but Jet felt like his limbs had been getting heavier and heavier with each passing second and he knew he'd been yawning more frequently over the last ten minutes or so. Honestly, he felt like he could lie down and sleep through the rest of the arena at this point.

It was only a mile to the park...but it was a long ass mile. Plus, they were running out of suitable buildings for cover.

He paused and ran a hand over his face before looking over to his partner. He didn't want to be the whiner here, but he also didn't want to pass out on the German while they were out in the open.

"Hey Al? Dunno about you, but I'm thinking we might need to stop. Least for a little while."