Simplicity, Sin, Depression...and everything else.

This World Too Means Nothing

I've just about had enough of this lifeless planet. Buildings that lay in waste, but for some reason I'm still walking on it. I haven't seen any other souls besides the other Turks and Rufus Shin-Ra in weeks. There probably isn't anybody else left at this point. Not like I had any real family left to be grieving over. Nah, they were gone long before any of this shit would be of their concern.

There's nothing left on this planet that I care any bit about. Except for myself, I care enough about me to keep my weary form going. Maybe Rude, but the last time I saw him he wasn't in any better shape than the rest of us. So the odds of Rude still being around are slim to none really. But we're Turks, we're able to deal with little to no chance situations.

I walked along the edge of a fallen building, keeping track of any nails I stepped over so as not to do it later. Because even with no one else around, we still look out for ourselves. I adjusted the goggles on my head, making sure they didn't fall off. I've already had that happen twice, and its kinda hard to find your goggles amidst bomb fragments and broken glass and the occasional gil note. So Apocalypse tip #1: always keep track of your protective eye wear.

I heard my boot crunch down slightly on something plastic... I think. I leaned down and picked a glass fragment from under my boot sole. Looked like a pair of Rude's sunglasses. I remained calm, because apocalypse rule #2: never freak out when you haven't seen your partner and you just stepped on their protective eye wear. He had said he was looking for these- guess I should commence an epic quest to find him. Even when its the end of the world, I still manage to break his glasses.

Apocalypse rule #3: when you know the person you're trying to find, start where they might've been. That's how I found Elena with Tseng. Rufus was over sitting on a broken cinder block. Apocalypse rule #4: anything you can sit on that won't crumble is worth sitting on. Because the world ending tends to have a person not care about their choice of seating.

"Elena!"

Elena peeked her head out from under a car hood. "What's up?"

I became confused. "Where da hell did ya get the car?"

Elena pointed over what used to be a hill. "It was at the bottom. Its drivable, there's also a motorcycle down there too, figured you and Rude could help me lift it back here if you had found him by now."

"We'll help you, I just need help finding Rude."

Elena grinned. "Deal. I think he was sitting by Rufus, over on a toppled food truck five yards northeast."

I shrugged and started walking with Elena and Tseng in the specified direction. Apocalypse rule #5: always be specific when giving directions. That's the difference between finding water or tripping on a pothole. I paused mid step to pick up a wilted flower. At least something besides us made it far enough to see the world perish.

"Sir! Rude!"

Rufus was the first to turn around. "Mr. Sinclair, its an extreme pleasure to see that the rest of you are still alive during this mess."

I nodded, Tseng and Elena bowed. "The feelings are reciprocated on behalf of your survival Sir."

Rufus shrugged his thanks.

Elena pushed up her hairclip. "So now what do we do?"

Tseng looked to Rufus. "We rebuild."

Elena donned a confused expression. "With what? And how?"

Rufus stood in front of us and smiled (holy shit.) "With what we already have. Our past knowledge of how not to screw up this time forward."

We stood in wreckage, but basked in yet another chance.