Are We Alive?

One: Iris

Iris–faith, hope, wisdom and valor

HEY GUYS! I'm back!!! I hope you're ready for even more sarcasm, inappropriate jokes, and survival skills. I have OCs in this one, but they're super likeable. I based them off people I know as a base and worked from there personality and look- wise. I hope you love this story just as much or even more than it's predecessor! Enjoy chapter one of Are We Alive?

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Trees. Lots and lots of trees.

Soft green grass.

Flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, bees buzzing around to pollinate the flowers. Sun shining brightly. A perfect blue sky with small, fluffy white clouds floating peacefully along.

Rin decided he loved this place.

It was serene. He could lay here forever. He wished he could just sink into the Earth and become part of the beauty of this Springtime.

A shadow covered him and he opened his eyes. "Ryuji. Did you need something?" He murmured. Said teen smiled. "We got a shower working. The water cycles through a purification tank of some sort. And the old owners left all their stuff behind. Thought I'd tell you before they used up all the shampoo." He answered.

Rin grinned. His hair was brown with filth and disgustingly greasy. He could probably be rocking dreds by now with how nasty it was. His skin had a protective layer of dirt on it as well, along with some dried blood for extra safety. His clothes were near shredded and probably smelled disgusting. They were nose-blind to Mary smells at this point though–
Sachi's diapers made sure of that. The only surviving article of both Rin's police uniform and military uniforms were the heavy duty combat boots.

Meanwhile, Kinzou's cowboy boots and hat were still in pretty good condition. Maybe he was just good at preserving things. Rin couldn't even preserve his own clothes and the past year had proven he couldn't preserve certain relationships very well either.

"Rin?" His boyfriend's voice prompted, breaking him out of the bitter thoughts swirling in his mind. He smiled at the boy and got up.

If Yukio wanted to go back to being a selfish brat, then that was his problem. Rin was the designated Leader(not by choice), so Yukio could listen to him or leave.

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The girls were all chilling in the living room of the house when Rin walked in. It was a pretty small house. One story, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen/dining room, a small living room with a nasty fishtank that could've given the filthy tank from Nemo a run for it's money, and a whole ton of free space filled with grass and a decently steep hill farther back for a backyard. There was a swing hung from a sturdy tree branch with strong, thick ropes. Old bloodstains stained a corner of the wooden seat. In the driveway, a pink and silver scooter lay on it's side on the gravel next to a truck that had been crashed into the power line pole by the road.

The front yard faced the road and had two huge pine trees in front. It was a nice little home and he wondered what had happened to the family that used to live there. In the pictures, there was a tall, buff man, a short, thick woman, and a young girl. Sometimes there were two girls in the pictures, sometimes there was only one, sometimes the girl were in pictures together by themselves.

The two girls looked like they could've been sisters, possibly twins. One was tall and slim, with pale skin, ice-blue eyes, lots of freckles, and curly chocolate-brown hair. Her smile was always wide and her eyes squinted in happiness at the camera in almost every picture.

The second young girl had darker blue eyes, pale skin, few freckles, and wavy dark brown hair. Her smile was almost as wide as the first girl's. In a few of the pictures, which showed the family at amusement parks with brightly colored roller coasters in the background, the girls held hands. There were baby pictures of one, but not the other. At one point, the girls both got glasses between the years the photos were taken.