Dean
The pedal pushed down into the floor of baby, a classic Impala. The wheels were burning holes into the pavement. The engine roared as I continued. As the car speeds over the cracked pavement, rushing past rusty stop signs, long abandoned, eye of the tiger pounded over the speakers. I could feel the petal pressed against the bottom of my shoe. The roads had been abandoned for three years, three years since god damned Satan took over the world. The grey pavement, bleached by the sun, was filled with an abundance of potholes and roadkill. Baby's tires were worn and torn, and would have to stay that way until I could find a replacement.The abandoned road, only driven on once every year by the few people who were still left alive, was surrounded by moldy homes, and gas stations where I could sometimes salvage gas for baby. Yet food and gas had been running low. Months before I ran into a group of people, one of whichd who happens to be able to bake pies, but as I always have I had to go off on my own, like always, so I don't lose anyone else that I love. As the road continues I rear on the interstate and headed towards the next small town.
Castiel
I had been walking down this street for months my backpack rubbing awkwardly into my trench coat. I had a car for a long time and then for some reason it randomly shut down, who knows why. After walking forward for about an hour I ran into a pair of tire tracks, the first time I seen them in three years. I smile in relief, another human, or perhaps a fallen angel who gave up their grace like me. I follow the direction of the rubber left on the abandoned road. I need food, or a burger. I glanced around the abandoned stores looking for a place to acquire food, Burger King, jackpot! I walk into the black and white tiled brushing past the dusty tables. Graffiti is covering the tables. I headed to the back. I am surrounded by buns, somehow they hadn't molded over three years, mysterious. My pack was soon filled with buns and other types of food I have collected over my travels. Soon as I was on the road again looking for anything, anyone who could save me.
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We Will Carry On
Fanfiction(Destiel) Cas, one of the few fallen angels left after lucifer started the apocalypse, discovers Tire tracks from an impala and decides to follow them in case of finding another survivor of the apocalypse.
