The Last Survivors

First attack

"How and where are we gonna find even a single weapon that's still intact"? Cry walked closer to Felix and the other's as he eyed a dead body mangled and covered in blood and rubbish.

"We can start by making simple weapons. You know like how Indians did". Jack shrugged at his idea.

"Like what"?

"Spears? Maybe anything lying around that seems useful".

Mark's eye's landed upon a long stick lying near broken pieces of building nearby.

Mark went over and picked it up. He turned it examining it. There was little moss growing on it. But it'll do.

"Felix. Do you have that pocket knife"?

"I see what your thinking Mr. Iplier". Felix placed the knife in his hand. Mark nodded in satisfaction.

Mark sat down and begun sharpening the nub of the staff. Minutes past he started to get shavings falling to the ground. Chica went to his side inspecting the shavings.

"You're doing that at an incredible rate". Jack nodded his head approving Mark's handy work.

"Camping over summers can really get to you". Mark joked.

"Heh, do you know anything else"? Jack sat next to Mark as he watched his sharpen the new tip.

"I'm kinda good with lightning fire's". Mark shrugged and went back to his weapon.

"What are you doing"? Cry found Felix tossing stone's in different directions.

"What's it look like i'm doing? I'm waiting for Mark to finish so we can move on".

"How high do you think I can throw this"? Felix tossed up a small stone up and down.

"Not very high". Cry shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Get ready... TO SUCK A DICK". Felix threw the stone up in a collapsed building shattering a window.

"Yup you got that PRETTY high". Cry facepalmed himself and continued laughing.

"Shut up". Felix laughed along.

"Did you two break something already"?! Mark called out.

"NO"! Felix yelled back at Mark.

"They broke something alright". Jack sat up straight laughing.

"Tell that to the idiot with the rock's "! Cry pointed at Felix

"I'll throw this rock at you". Felix warned.

"You'll probably miss".

"SHHHH"! Felix slapped his hand over Cry's mouth sliencing him. Cry begun to muffle word's until he heard what Felix heard.

Something was growling in a nasty manner. Mark and Jack looked around.

Something with red eye's rounded the corner. It was a wolf with foam dripping down the crook of it's jaw. It had veins near it's head and it's teeth were so overgrown it couldn't close it's jaw shut.

Ewww". Jack whispered but in awe as a third eye opened on top of the wolf's forehead. It was solid black.

"Mark". Jack held onto Mark's shoulder.

"Mark what are you doing"?

Mark closed in on the hideous beast. It snarled as Mark went closer. He went farther back and circled the creature.

Mark quickly plunged his weapon into the side of it's head. The wolf snapped and tried to bite and claw at Mark. Blood seeped onto it's face. Mark forcefully pushed in his spear deeper in it's skull, breaking it. The spear ripped through the other side of it's head. Luckily the stick was thick like a branch then Mark would have been dead.

The beast nearly scratched Mark until Cry slipped his mask over his face, jumped up with Felix's knife in hand and landed on the wolf's back stabbing it. It's backbone was shattered and Cry sliced down cutting it's body into two.

The wolf layed motionless on the ground and it's eye's rolled back to it's head.

Felix and Jack jaws dropped at boths actions.

"Felix we gotta start fighting like that". Jack whispered to Felix.

"Yeah, I wanna be a bigger badass".

Jack watched as Mark and Cry were laughing and talking about the event's that just unfolded. Jack rubbed his arm and rocked back on his heels back and forth.

"Something wrong"? Felix looked at Jack with a small smile.

"Nah, i'm alright nothing to worry about".

"Eww your hands are covered in blood don't you fucking dare try to- AHHHHH". Mark closed in on Jack waving his stained hands at him.

"Well get use to it. You'll be seeing a lot more of that". Mark arched a brow and grinned.

Mark and Cry used rag laying around to wipe off the fresh blood off before it dried.

"We're gonna need more weapons". Felix suggested and began to think. The four kept moving as they chatted.

"We have to scavenge for stuff then". Mark looked at his spear which was stained with crimson blood and marks.

"The only way that at least one of us well be able to snag a single gun, is if we parted and searched alone". Cry stopped in front.

"This place is infested with who knows what and you want us to separate with higher chances of being killed"?! Mark's grip at his weapon tighten.

"Mark you gotta understand". Jack threw in a small smile.

"Mark". Felix stared dead in Mark's eye's. Felix wasn't known for being a serious but he was.

"Ok. Something better not go wrong".