The Last Survivors

Deciding

The ringing in their ears died down. They were covered in must and dirt. Clouds of white smoke made it nearly impossible to see without tearing up.

Cry rubbed his throbbing head. His eye's widen as he saw the rubbish and his friend's lying limp on floor. He heard cries from an animal.

"Co'mere girl". Cry patted his legs. Chica walked while shaking. She was covered in dirt and other bits off rubbish.

Cry held her close to calm her nerves. He heard a groan.

"Felix? Jack? Mark"?

"Cry"? It was Felix's voice all groggy. Seeing Cry up, he didn't hesitate to run to his side

"What the hell is going on"? Cry took in what he saw around him.

"Bombs by terrorists. They had so many". Felix breathed in the must which resulted in a nasty cough.

"Where's Mark and Jack"? Cry kept his gaze locked with Felix's.

"I'm here". Mark almost choked on his word's as he stumbled to his feet.

"Jack"?

"He's not in here". Cry pointed out as he searched.

"Did he go outside? I mean he did make it in". Mark was already at the metal door. When unlatched, Mark's house was completely blown. There wasn't even a roof anymore. The sky was gray and hazy. There was slience.

Jack stood in what use to be the backyard and was trying to take in what he was exactly looking at. Jack's breathing increased as fear consumed him. California was a complete waste land. Barely any building's stood with even wall's anymore.

Jack turned around and stared at Felix, Mark, and Cry worridly which gave them a sign something he was looking at was bad.

As the three approached they took in their new surroundings. The four stood side by side in horror.

"No, no, NO"! Cry wailed. Thoughts of his family and other close friend's hit him. And realizing that they're most likely they're dead.

"Hey, don't get worked up now". Felix planted his hands on both of Cry's shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Felix. Aren't you scared? Look at this! Everything in L.A and probably the whole country is destroyed"! Mark paced around.

"Felix is right Mark. We can't break down now. We gotta move. In that text, some of the bombs were nuclear we gotta be careful". Jack searched with his eye's to find anything radioactive.

"Breathe Mark". Both Felix and Jack sighed with frustration with Mark's negativity.

"We have to go Mark". Jack argued.

"I know but-".

"We have no choice". Felix begun.

"In order to survive we gotta move".

"First thing is to try and scavenge for supplies and weapons, next we find a base, last we train to fight if anything 'usual' attacks". Felix discussed the plan's.

"Ok". Mark bended down to Chica's height and wiped the filth off her once golden coat.

"Hey". The three turned to Cry. Behind his mask was pure terror that he refused to show. As he looked at his friend's he held back his tears. His throat begun to tighten and he swallowed nervously.

"We move". Cry agreed at last.

All four looked at each other and begun their jounary into a new vast of land which was no longer L.A.