[When he'd heard about the snowstorm in Little Love, that people needed help, Thad had rushed out from Central City without much thought. Less because he was genuinely enthusiastic about helping, and more because it was a way to keep himself occupied. That had become a habit of his, when he wasn't prepping for his eventual ousting from the hotel, he was jumping at every opportunity that freed him from the torturer of being left alone with his own thoughts.
It was fine at first. But as the day wore on, and snow kept coming down he'd started to wear himself thin. He hadn't been eating or sleeping like he should have and he was starting to feel it. Once, he would have had Craydl, or even Max in his ear, telling him to come home, insisting on it. But they aren't here, and he didn't want to go back to the stupid silent hotel. So he kept going, past what some part of him knew was likely a breaking point.
It was only when he started to feel dizzy and light-headed that he gave in to the idea of giving up. He should have just hunkered down in one of the shelters, but the idea of being trapped with that many strangers was worse than being alone.
Racing to get out of Little Love he feels lightheaded again, and slows to a dizzying stop on the edge of a farm. He's not sure how long he's stood standing there, trying to catch his bearings, but he can hear chickens in the distance, and eventually a voice. One he feels he should be more alert to. But his mind can't quite get a grip on the words. He's not even sure if he's being spoken to, or just overhearing someone, but it suddenly doesn't matter much either way when he's collapsing forward into the snow.]
Back on the Farm
It was fine at first. But as the day wore on, and snow kept coming down he'd started to wear himself thin. He hadn't been eating or sleeping like he should have and he was starting to feel it. Once, he would have had Craydl, or even Max in his ear, telling him to come home, insisting on it. But they aren't here, and he didn't want to go back to the stupid silent hotel. So he kept going, past what some part of him knew was likely a breaking point.
It was only when he started to feel dizzy and light-headed that he gave in to the idea of giving up. He should have just hunkered down in one of the shelters, but the idea of being trapped with that many strangers was worse than being alone.
Racing to get out of Little Love he feels lightheaded again, and slows to a dizzying stop on the edge of a farm. He's not sure how long he's stood standing there, trying to catch his bearings, but he can hear chickens in the distance, and eventually a voice. One he feels he should be more alert to. But his mind can't quite get a grip on the words. He's not even sure if he's being spoken to, or just overhearing someone, but it suddenly doesn't matter much either way when he's collapsing forward into the snow.]