“I'm Oscar – but call me 'Oz'. Almost everyone else does,” Oscar said eventually through numb lips, his eyes staring at the ground rather than at the void outside. He nearly choked on his words by the end. “Did. I mean did.” Being bitter about his fate was allowed, right? Assuming that the group in front of him was absolutely all of those that survived, it didn't bode well for this little 'experiment' he had been forced into.

He forced his face into as genuine a smile as possible – shoving the red-hot anger to the back of his mind – as he noted down the names of those who felt like sharing. [i]Tyler. Thomas. Jessica. Raina.[/i] “Forgive me for bein' a bit... pissed off, but I didn't exactly sign up for this.” 

Oscar ran a hand through his red hair, counting down from ten. “And I'm in agreement with – eh, him over there. The sooner we get out of here, the better. Maybe we can see what a horrible mess the government and that 've all made of the Earth while we've been gone. Who knows? Maybe they discovered the secret to immortal life.” He waggled his fingers, eyebrow twitching involuntarily. Though he doubted he would be able to with every inch of his being, not seeing his family seemed likely to send him over the edge.