I'VE SEEN MY FUTURE ;; joining

San Creado is a bit too quiet. It doesn't have the same feel Zachariah's hometown had had. He'd be lying if he said he doesn't miss the sounds of the city. Without cars honking in the distance, obnoxious bikers roaring past or sirens wailing faintly, Zachariah can actually hear himself think. Late at night, he finds himself desperately missing the city. The ocean is pretty and all, and once upon a time he would have found the soft rush of the waves lapping at the beach calming, but it's just not the same. With all the free time in the world, no job to do or overlapping work schedules, it's lost all importance.

Zachariah is lonely. It hadn't been a problem just a few hours ago, when he was wandering the streets and making sparse conversation with strangers he passed by, but now that everyone has scattered, he aches for some company. Not even that - he wouldn't mind to be in the same vicinity as somebody else, just so he knows he isn't alone.

Luckily, his wish is granted. Not too far off in the distance, he spots someone atop a hill. With an overdramatic sigh of relief, Zachariah stumbles towards them. It's no one he's recently met, yet another stranger - a young woman who seems to be carrying too much luggage. He watches her shift her weight, and takes pity. From the looks of it, whatever she's carrying looks heavy. "Hey," he calls. "You need help carrying that?"