Aoto.

The wind blew by Himari as it looked like Aoto just vanished! The sound of him leaving had only come after he vanished, which means if something had taken him, it was beyond any of their imaginations! Her throat tightened as Himari began to breath with a foreign rhythm, she darted around to see if she could pin where he was, but she only saw a dust cloud in the distance, this was genuinely terrible! 

Before she could start hyperventilating, Higa had covered her mouth , his free hand was still holding Carla, though it seemed as though he had placed her down, she was dirty. "We need to go." Higa explained in a low tone, his eyes seemed to be focused on the wasteland beyond them. Higa looked calm, maybe even relieved. He mightve been relieved no one else was taken, but none of them had time to ponder on it further, it would've sealed their fate as the next target. 

Himari nodded and took a breath, frantically wiping away any stray tears that may have left her eyes as she offered to carry Carla for now. "You can't run away with an extra person, you weren't the fastest anyway, if you were to keep carrying her while our lives are on the line you'd kill the both of you." Himari sniffled a bit, she couldn't get rid of the despair as quickly as she would've liked to, but now wasn't exactly the time to be stuck on a death. Not yet at least.

Higa agreed and gave Carla away, leaving first as Himari settled the woman on her back and followed closely behind. 

Despite the group believing Aoto had died when he just randomly vanished, Aoto was dragged away. In his point of view, a creature, one of the Zombies, they had blitzed him. It grabbed his neck and dragged him across the ground, the only thing keeping him alive was the healing from before, It had barely been a few seconds before he was dragged away. He felt his skin along his back being torn off, the sand grains ripping and tearing away at whatever they came in contact with. At least now could could confidently say he'd been dead long ago if it weren't for the god . There wasn't a doubt in his mind it was a good diety.

Being thrown, Aoto made an effort to abuse his regeneration and land on his hand, his body halting abruptly as it looked as though his hand was completely broken down by the sand. Aoto couldn't register the pain quick enough, by the time he looked down at his palm, the palm he intended to look at had been there. It felt irregular, he would just have to get used to regeneration.