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He doesn't really remember how he got here, but he's here now, and he's driving and driving for what feels like centuries along the abandoned solitude of the wastelands pressing on the gas heading to a city he's never heard of, not outside of every radio channel calling all remaining survivors to head to Corinth atleast. Outside of that he doesn't remember the name Corinth city despite it being such an importance place, nor does he know how the world ended up in the post-apocalyptic state and he especially can't seem to recall how he ended up here in the barren desert, with this car, still driving for god knows how long at this point and now it just seems that time is stretching out forever, it makes him feel lost, as if he'll be stuck in this warzone forever with no hope of progress.
That is until he stops for another water break to check his compass and hope that he atleast has made some sort of progress but there's nothing. He let out a deep and irritated sigh as he watched focused on the point of the compass, watching it go haywire in all different types of directions, but the radio was even worse. It was scratchy and too quiet, not to mention it would cut out at the most important moments giving him almost impossible directions to follow and at the point he was losing all hope of finding Corinth.
"Hold it right there- eyes front! Hands up...where I can see them..."
And now he was getting car-jacked, just fantastic!
Normally any person would usually be frightened or at the very least annoyed by this point, but not Dillon. Despite the fact that he was being held at "gunpoint", which was hilariously ironic because from the very moment the object touched his back he immediately tell whatever he was being threatened with was definitely not a gun, he didn't feel angry or hopeless, albeit both a little frustrated but also amused that the scrawny-sounding guy, atleast he thought he was scrawny going off the sound of his squeaky and clearly nervous voice, even had the guts to go through with threatening him all of people. Instead Dillon felt relieved. He was relieved to hear another person, any person, he didn't care who it was. The everlasting silence of the barren lands affected him way too much and made him feel like the only person left on earth, it admittedly began to whittle away at his sanity as the loneliness and isolation began to eat him up. He wasn't at all a social person despite not knowing who he was he could already tell that much, he liked keeping to himself. Though in light of all this and although he would never really admit it, the voice and presence of another person inside of this apocalyptic no-mans-land was one of the biggest wishes he could ask for at this moment.
That was what he originally thought.
Then the guy kept talking.
And talking
And talking
And by the time the talking ends he doesn't even realize that the guy, who indeed turned out to be very scrawny, had already gotten into his car and by this point Dillon already knew he had committed and there was turning back now. And so he's driving again, this time with some strange company in the passengers seat and he wonders to himself if the guy ever gets tried or if he talks while he sleeps too. He tries to focus on the road instead but it was getting difficult as the guy kept bombarding him with questions, questions he couldn't answer even if he wanted to. Although the amnesiac keeps giving the same answer each time, the talkative boy doesn't seem to let up.
"So...what brings you to Corinth? Vacation?"
"What..?"
oops, he thinks to himself, he genuinely didn't meant to say that out loud but the question left his so perplexed and dumbfounded by the question that he couldn't help but audibly question the other about his enquiry with a hint of genuine bewilderment in his voice, was this his idea of a dumb joke, I mean really, "why did you come to Corinth?" At this point he wants to kick him out the car for asking him something so stupid, instead the hybrid just sighed deeply, closing his eyes to keep himself sane and turns to the other ready to reply with the same three words he'd been repeating all this time before, once again, getting cut off by the smaller guy just as he was about to speak.
"Let me guess" Ziggy starts " 'I don't know' " he giggles before jokingly punching the bigger man in the arm, lightly of course. "I'm just messing with you, it's a surprise to see another person out here in the wastelands though, most of us in Corinth just assumed anyone who hadn't made it into the city right now had just straight up died....actually how did you last a year out here. Dillon scoffs.
"Ziggy?"
"Yeah?"
"Take a guess at what I'm about to say right now."
Ziggy's realization hits him quickly. "Ohhhh, right sorry um...mysterious car guy." Okay, he did have to admit as annoying as the other boy was, he was starting to grow on him a little. Dillon chuckles lowly at the nickname, quiet enough so Ziggy can't hear of course. He didn't dislike the other per se, yes he was a little, okay maybe a lot, annoying and he definitely talked too much but there was something about his company that he enjoyed, maybe it was just the plain stupidity of his innocence. It doesn't make sense to him how someone like Ziggy Grover survived the apocalypse and it definitely didn't make sense how someone could be so bubbly and energetic and just overall happy having seen the situation.
Nevertheless he straps himself in for what he guesses will be a long road ahead.