"I'll get it," Matt's knees cracked loudly as he stood bringing a twitch of a smile to his face. He picked up the gas mask and the rifle and added,"I'll go alone." He sighed hanging the weapon over one shoulder, he pointed to a building built of mostly red brick, a block of flats a bout four stories tall, "have a look in there, gather what you can and find a place to stay for at least a day or two. Be careful of what you do, the area still has power and light or even heat is likely to attract unwanted company and that gunshot won't likely have gone unnoticed." He reached out to hug his sister who seemed only now to be coming to her senses.
"What? Where are you going? How did we get here? You can't just l...leave." All Alaya remembered prior to the gas attack was the truck, the fire, the pain. Why did she feel so weak, it felt like she'd just swallowed a razor blade.
Matt saw the confusion in her eyes and hugged her, "you saved a good few lives with your idea. All I can smell is piss mind you but thanks to your quick thinking, I'm alive." He smiled, kissing her on the forehead, "I need to get us some food and water, I won't be gone longer than an hour. If you feel like your having trouble breathing or you just feel any worse than you do now tell someone alright, for gods sake to hide it or hold it in." He nods looking at the body, "outside of burning or sea burial, we can't do much, we have neither the time nor the means to do anything without being either spotted or heard but that's up to family and family alone to decide but something that can wait 'till morning. It's dark as it is and we all need to eat before we starve and the gas won't exit the body without a fight."