Max and Bunny, later in the day
The destruction is almost more than Bunny can take in all at one time. If she raises her eyes and looks across the shattered trailers and crumpled tents toward the break in the wall, her vision swims, like standing in the middle of a rope bridge when the window starts to blow. So she doesn't look up. Instead her gaze fixes on one area at a time, just the smaller chunks of debris that she can stand. There's something specific she's searching for, and though her mission feels like a fool’s errand, Bunny is willing to be that fool for a little while. Sometimes fools get lucky.
However, as she passes through the rubble, her conviction that she can locate a single tent in amongst all this starts to waiver. “Come on,” she whispers, scanning as she walks. “I know you're here somewhere. Help me find you.”
She's been thinking about her brothers all day, feeling them with her as she helped wherever an extra set of hands could be of some use, feeling their support whenever her spirits started to flag. So when she spots a stripe of color, a vibrant blue that’s just the right shade for Dustin’s eyes, she knows that's a sign.
Stepping carefully across a tumbled down pile of bricks fallen from who-can-say-where, Bunny kneels down to examine the edge of the tent. The opening is buried still, beneath a large scrap of metal -- what she thinks might have once been attached to a trailer. Though she shoves and pulls, the damn sheet won't budge more than an inch or two.
Bunny stands, shading her eyes, and looks around for the nearest person. He isn't someone she's met, but that doesn't stop her calling out, “Excuse me! Could you lend a hand?” The man, friendly-faced but looking lost and worse for wear, turns her way and Bunny waves. “I sure could use it!”