Alright, he'd survived the last couple of days. Success. Now to make it through four years of this...greaaaat. After getting lost several times, he finally found his way to the cafeteria. Did he have to pay for food here? Oh god, what if he did? He didn't have any money! He was going to starve! Immediate panic set through him, stopping in the middle of the room.
'Just calm down.' The boy mentally repeated, trying his best to keep his cool. Shiloh took a few more steps moving towards the food. "Uhhhh..." He muttered whenever he was asked what he wanted to eat. "...pizza." Shiloh was handed a piece of pepperoni pizza and he nodded his thanks. Oh good, he didn't pay anything, his empty pockets were very thankful. The boy started walking towards a table, getting lost in his head while thinking about what he would have to do if they charged him for food. While in the daydream he hadn't noticed the person that stopped in front of him and ran into him.
Shiloh stared wide eyed as his pizza fell to the ground. "Oh god, I'm so sorry...I wasn't paying attention, are you okay?" He asked, while in his head he was praying that this guy wasn't gunna just knock him out for this. The kid glanced down at his fallen food and sighed, well...looks like he was just gunna be hungry today. He certainly didn't have what it took to go and ask for another slice. "...sorry again..."