"We'll look for him tomorrow", Matt said tiredly, eyes fixed to where Peter had last been. He should have been faster, probably. Tried to make him stay put. It was difficult to make another telepath do anything, but he knew it was possible. He'd trapped his father, after all.

He was silent for a while, going over that, before he stood and turned towards Mohinder, offering a hand to help pull him to his feet.

"Let's get away from here."

It was a start. The sun was on its way down - not quite setting yet, but it was approaching dinnertime fast, and although Matt didn't feel particularly hungry right now he knew he'd regret it later if he didn't eat something. The same went for Mohinder. The thirst was making itself known too but it was difficult to feel like any of that was actually important when you were surrounded with at least triple digits worth of dead people.

So he said it out loud, that they should probably eat something, and so began the all-too-silent walk through the deserted streets. It was rare, but blood tracks or splatter could be spotted on occasion, grim reminders of all life that was already lost. Some cars were left unlocked on sidewalks, hazardly parked. Some houses with doors broken in or otherwise ajar.

For the most part, though, there was surprisingly little sign of what had happened. It was almost enough to trick you into thinking things were just eerily quiet, that people had left. That they'd be back.

There wasn't a whole lot to say about that, but when distant birdsong could be heard, it did break the monotone and ease the melancholy slightly.