Characters: Haku and Max
Location somewhere between E4 and B4
Date: Day 002, mid-afternoon-ish
Summary: Two strangers randomly bumping into each other.
Warnings: None currently. Possibly subject to change. Will be noted if so.

Waking up in a snowy town with no recollection of how he got here was more than a little disconcerting. Besides the obvious how and why, Max had never seen so much snow in his entire life. He knew what it was, he wasn't so young or naive as to not know that much, but it was so contrary to what his life had become over the past decades that he wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some sort of hallucination. It didn't feel like one of the usual sorts he had though... not that that was much consolation. Still. Could this be real?

Either way, he was not an idle sort of person. He had water from the building he woke up in and little else to sustain himself. The snowy town was completely different from the sandy desert he traveled back in his world but one thing was exactly the same: survive. He had to keep moving, keep searching, always looking for things to scavenge, to survive. That much was obviously going to be the same or so it seemed so far.

Technically, he knew there were other people here in similar conditions. The network had refused to leave him in peace till he had registered that device so he had finally picked it up and took it with him. At first he had barely remembered how to read--it had been that long. But he knew. He remembered. And he read a bit about the other people, just to get a feel for what this place was like, to have enough information before getting lost out in the snow.

Still, he hadn't expected to run into anyone so soon. It felt like he had hardly made it anywhere in all this snow, freezing his butt off like he had never done before. The leather jacket and desert robes he had hardly helped to keep his natural warmth in and he began to wonder if filling his pack full with water was such a good idea as he suspected it was beginning to freeze. Was its weight really necessary when there was so much water surrounding him? Still, instinct told him better with than without from what he was used to.

He stopped when he thought he saw movement in the snow ahead of him. There was rubble all along the way here, possibly from buildings razed in the past, and he considered using it as cover. Generally speaking, running into unknowns person out in the desert never boded well. It was best to avoid people altogether or steal from them when they weren't paying attention. Not everyone was a monster though and he hesitated, recent memories of allies close enough at hand to make it easier to override his basic instincts. So he stood his ground instead. He was tough anyway. It wouldn't be the first time he fought hand-to-hand just to survive.