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The last few weeks have left him understandably exhausted, and Oz wonders if it’ even worth looking through the wreckage for his new housing in sector 1. It’s a long walk, public transports are still out of order, and hallucinations are likely probable on any journey from this grassy hillside where he’s stretched out to his new apartment.
So he decides to lay there, eyes closed, un-moving, with his now badly battered wooden walking stick for a little while. Time passes before he hears footsteps approaching, and his hands grab his make shift cane’s end to point upward, and spin in a small circle.
“Just resting!.. Just resting.” He blinks open his eyes and turns his head toward the new figure. A ... spear wielder? Interesting. “Unless you plan on changing that, of course, though I’d hope you aren’t and I’d advise you not to try.”