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Ricardo watched as Abby worked her way slowly down the slope, preparing to catch her if she were to slip. When her feet safely touched the ground, Ricardo let out a sigh of relief. 

[@Invader Len][@rechonq]
Ricardo then turned his attention to the only two people left at the top of the slope, Grey and Andy. "You coming guys?" Ricardo wanted to keep the party together. Despite his lonely nature, he felt a bond with them. They had all went through hell together, even the little girl. 

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On that thought, Ricardo turned to the spot where Camilla was just standing. Looking around, he had saw no sign of her. She must have wandered into the city when he wasn't looking, he thought. She was brave, but still quite young. The thought of her being alone in an unknown world was upsetting, and for some reason, he couldn't help but feel a little bit responsible. He yelled up to the guys once more, [b]"Hey, I'm going on ahead! We can't let the little one get hurt!"[/b] Ricardo then addressed Abby, "If you want to wait for the other guys, I don't blame you. But your welcome to come along." He tried to smile, but those facial muscles seemed to still be broken. 

Ricardo took off in a light jog, trying to mindful of his surroundings. Soon he was surrounded by clay buildings and people, people dressed as if they had no care in the world. They danced to disembodied music, moving their body parts around with unbridled freedom. It was all quite distracting to be honest, but he had to stay focused. He passed multiple street brawls as he pushed forward; he really hoped that he wouldn't find Camille a victim of their senseless violence. 

[@Classpet][@Airalin][@Invader Len][@rechonq]
"Where could she be?" he wondered, as he came to a stop on top of a bridge somewhere near the edge of the town. Lava flowed beneath him, but he didn't care. Nothing would surprise him at this point. He then began to turn around, realizing that he may have long since left everyone else behind. He hoped that was not the case. Maybe someone had managed to keep up, or maybe he was as lost as Camille surely was.