Lost
@nitro-rocket
Delta Drop held his ray gun in his hand as he pressed through the ache in his hip, the joint crying out as he kept walking. It was going to get dark soon and he had to find where Omega had run off too. It had just been him, Omega Blue and Gamma Ray when they had been ambushed by a bunch of dracs and split up. Gamma had gone for help, but hadn't come back.
The dracs had been taken care of, but Omega Blue had split, the kid had a habit of trying to lead dracs off and dispatch them when he got the best chance. Though this was a solid technique, it often ended up in Omega disappearing. Generally someone would follow him, but in the rush Delta didn't have the mind too.
That lead him to now, looking for tracks in the ever changing sand and wishing he had just waited where they had separated as the cold slipped past his red leather jacket. His wolf mask was keeping his face warm at least. His heavy boots sank a little too much in the sand, but still he pressed on.
He wasn't dumb enough to call out and draw attention to himself, alone and limping in the middle of the zone. He sighed, stopping for a moment to look around, peering at the sun through callused fingers before shaking his head and giving up. He sighed, turning and heading towards where he knew the road was and hoping Omega had the same sense.
