Disaster Control - Sequel to SS Odysseus

Chapter 6 - NY

So, about 6 hours later, we were driving into New York, and I looked up in amazement at the city.

I hadn't seen buildings this big... in 4-5 years. Not since Odysseus.

Still looking at the buildings, we pulled up to a checkpoint.

"License?" The man gruffly asked, and we in response showed him weapons.

"O-o-kay." He said, stuttering, and he looked to the next car. Smirking, Liam drove forward and into the gates.

"Ah, the power of guns." he said dreamily, and Dylan slapped him.

"Shut up." She said plainly as Liam rubbed his cheek scornfully.

"Ow." He muttered, driving deeper into the city.

"Where are we going?" Abby asked, and Dylan grinded her teeth.

"My old place. Before Hercules." Dylan responded tightly, obviously not very fond of her old house.

"Okay." I said, not questioning her anymore, and we rolled down a back alley slowly.

"Down here." She said, directing Liam to a trashed apartment. "Yep, in here." She said, hopping out of the car, walking back to the door of the apartment distastefully.

"I hate this place." She muttered and kicked down a piece of rubble.

We didn't comment, following her in, and we quickly cleared a room.

"So, we're sleeping in here." I said, and Dylan nodded briefly.

"Yep. Sleeping bags." She gestured to the corner, where a bunch of dusty sleeping bags were. All of them were faded green.

Pulling one out, I laid it down and hopped in, setting my rifle down inside the bag, and clutching the pistol in my left.

Yay, my favorite sleeping position.

Ah, sleep....

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I sat straight up, gasping for air. Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to get the image of Andreas lying dead out of my head.

I looked around, and none of my friends seemed to be asleep.

"Good morning." I muttered vaguely and laid back down, pondering what we were going to do next.

A billion plans ran through my head, and they were all insane.

Ranging from "Let's get old here - just sleep forever." to "Let's run. Just run.".

Eventually, I fell back asleep.

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"Nielsen, we need to move." Liam muttered to me, nudging me with his foot.

Sitting up slowly, I realized that something was wrong.

Smoke.

Standing up quickly, I wrapped my sleeping bag into a ball, and sling my rifle over my back, I sprinted outside.

Dylan was ushering all of us into the car, and I turned back to look at the house. It was in flames, and was slowly falling to the ground.

"LET'S GO!" Dylan screamed, pulling Liam and I into the van.

We sped off onto the main road.

Surprisingly, no fire trucks or anything came to the house.

"Where is the help?" I asked Dylan, who steered us along the main road.

"There is none." She responded grimly.

"The whole city will burn!" Kay shouted, and Dylan nodded.