Food was definitely on Viktor's mind as he tugged Yuuri along behind him, in what he thought was a fair approximation of the direction he had initially come (his memory wasn't that bad, thank you very much). Dom was able to help a little, as it turned out he had a decent sense of direction. He'd eaten a little on the plane, but it hadn't been long enough for an in-flight meal, and who knew how long ago that was, anyway? What if there was no food? Would they starve?
One thing at a time, he thought, because panicking wouldn't help either of them, and neither would it do anything for Yuuri's chronic anxiety.
He was relieved to find, as they passed over the crest of a hill, a beaten path leading past a row of orchards and, further on, groups of buildings that could have been stables and barns. They were buildings, and buildings meant people. He paused, turning his head as a thought occurred to him.
"You don't think the plane might have... I don't know, gone off-course somehow? Crashed, even?" he suggested. It was a grim possibility, one he didn't like to consider, but it would explain waking up the way they had, and perhaps how they'd gotten here (although not the creatures, for which he still had nothing).
He found the bag he'd left just a few steps away, and let go of Yuuri's hand to reach for it. The bag did not contain food, unfortunately, but there was a small tablet inside, of all things. The technology was wildly out of place given the setting, but he would take what he could get. He reached inside the bag, but other than a single change of clothes and a few other basic necessities, it was empty. "No luck," he said, and closed it with a sigh.