Zach stands on the metal plate for a minute, unsure whether he wants to swim to the bloody island or the arid desert. A yellow backpack, knocked into the water during the fighting, floats over to his spot. He picks it up. It's kinda heavy. Must have some supplies inside...? He puts it on and swims out to the desert, running in a straight line away from the center of activity.
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