Apocaplyptic Stories

People get carried away with the use of gasoline. Pollution becomes a big problem and changes civilization and they way people live. It doesn't get better and the planet is on the verge of crippling to dust. Molly won't stand it and her friends are along side her. They travel across the world, destroying factories and anything that has to do with pollution. But they rest of the world is in terror. Who is doing this and why? Is that the end though? Is the world the only place this gang can travel to to get their point across?

Up and down the alleyway ran two bright ribbons of grass, seeming out of place in the otherwise very gray city. Short houses lined down the lane, each with less grass than that of even the two strands in the vacant way. And though the city wasn't properly addressed with a formal name, it was named quite fittingly by it's people and the world around it. As everyone, everything, and every hope and every dream were broken, completely shattered, it was dubbed just that. The Broken City.