The Last

Asia

   Before I turned around, I expected to be happy, because I would finally be reunited with my father.

   But that was before I turned around.

   When I did turn around, I was devastated. There, in front of me, was a guy who seemed to be in his twenties. He was the guy who meant that my father was dead.

   In all honesty, I don't understand what made me think, that even for a second, my father was alive. And now, I couldn't really be mad at the man. It wasn't his fault that he was alive and dad wasn't, so I had no reason to be mad at him.

   But I was. I was so mad at him, in fact, that I didn't notice that North America was holding me back when I was spazzing out. "You ungrateful little asshole!" I spat at the guy in fury. The most annoying part was that he didn't seem affected at all. " If it weren't for you, MY DAD WOULD STILL BE ALIVE! I HATE YOU!"

   I have no regrets whatsoever. That was the last I remember. Then everything went black.

   When I awoke, I was in the back seat of a plane. I stood up, a little dizzy, and walked towards the front of the plane. I didn't knock this time, I just kinda barged in. There they were, sitting in the front of the plane, having a conversation. Like before, North America was flying. "Where are we going?" I asked. Australia, as I now call him, turned to face me. "I would like an apology," he said. I didn't blame him, but I didn't think he deserved an apology, so I mumbled one. "I'm sorry," I barely said. Australia sighed. "We're going to the nearest continent. Africa. But it's much bigger, so this time, don't expect to find Africa as quickly. Africa as in the person."

North America nodded as if he had a cue. "I brought Australia up to speed." I had figured it out already, but I nodded anyway. "Sorry about, before. There, that's your apology," I said, having it come off a little bit more rude than I intended.

"You were out for a while," North America said. "You just kinda fainted. Anyway, we're about to land, so take a seat." I went into the back of the plane and sat down. This whole situation was probably worse than the apocalypse itself. Everything we had to work through was just too much.

The African air was kinda gross, and the airport we landed in was in the middle of a Savannah. Not that I had a problem with that. It was probably the best thing ever. There were giraffes and elephants, and actually, that was it. I'm sure there was more, but that was all I could see from where I was.

I knew this wasn't going to be as easy as Australia. There was no way we would get that lucky. Which reminded me. "Guys, I'll be right back. I need to grab the computer," I told the others. "Ok," North America said, "We'll explore a bit."

   I couldn't wait to see all the different animals of Africa, but it would have to wait. After stepping back on to the plane, I couldn't help but notice how quiet and relaxing it was, now that it was empty and not in the sky. I quickly found my laptop, but I sat down for a little bit first. I'm sure the others wouldn't mind. I grabbed a water bottle out of my backpack and took a sip.

   Then North America and Australia ran on to the plane and slammed the door closed. I quickly sat up. "Guys, what's going on?" They were both panting. "Lion," North America breathed. "But I thought lions only attack if they or their cubs feel threatened," I was confused. Australia sighed, still out of breath. "I was at least ten feet away from that cub!" North America shook his head. "First of all that's a lie. Second of all, why did I have to pay the price?" "Oh god, what do you mean?" I knew, but still.

   North America pulled up his pant leg. I covered my mouth with my hand. He had a deep cut on his knee. And when I say deep, I mean DEEP. "We need to find some kind of first aid kit," I said. "But first," North America gestured at the door for emphasis, "We have a bigger problem."

   And then the door burst open.