(Sick! I'm using characters from my dystopian story so I actually have a whole story with Astrid's older brother but I'm not sure if it's,,,,,,in this universe, so I'm waiting to see if I should alter his story to fit this universe LMAO)
Astrid perked up, curious, but confused.
"Children? Roger was around seventeen when he left."
Astrid resisted the temptation to glance around at the people on the streets, the ones that she couldn't tell if they were dead or asleep. The ones where she couldn't tell if they were always insane or delirious from lack of water and food. This part of the walk was her least favorite, but it was sobering.