The word survive, thankfully, helped crystallise his attention, sharpening his focus back to what mattered in the here-and-now. Reyes forced himself to start moving again, one leaden foot after another. (Honestly, it was probably a good thing they hadn't taken the pod -- considering the timing, he'd likely have come into the village as a stunned zombie, overwhelmed with too much to process at once.)

"That's right," he said, mentally backtracking, thinking. "You mentioned an... inn. I don't have any money. Would they still take me without money?"

It was a too-familiar situation to be back in. Goddamnit, he'd only just gotten comfortable and settled back home, too. Now he was back to square one, or more accurately, zero.