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Zero sits quietly on the edge of Zone 1, his shoes off to the side and his feet in the slow moving plastic. Slowly, the Elsen closes his eyes as he runs a finger down the scar on his face. He didn’t know where it came from, or why it was on his face, but it’s always been there, ever since he appeared in Zone 0. The odd scar confused him and Zero liked to think of ways it may have come to be there.
The faint breeze caused his ripped tie to dance to the side of him and he wondered if he’d bump into anyone new or one of his friends today. It seemed like a nice day to him with the cool breeze and the plastic not being to cold. Maybe he’ll find something or someone new, but for now he’s sat contently as his feet soak in the plastic.












