Serce walks toward the voice, finally spotting a guy standing by what used to be a house. "What happened?" she calls, pushing her silvery blonde hair out of her face and gesturing at the destruction around them.
Under different circumstances, he would have reverted to the sweetheart version of Vic. Not today. He walked towards her. "Wish I had an idea."
Serce sighs, shaking her head. "It's crazy... Everything was fine last night and now..." Fear flickered in her dark silver eyes and she made no attempt to hide it. "It all just came apart..."
He looked around. Everythign was the same throughout what was once a busy town; the decay of society seemed to have happened in the three hours he had been asleep. "It looks like we slept through, like, World War Three." he walked over to a tree. The tree was growing beautifully.
"Or the American version of Hiroshima," Serce mutters, glancing up at the sky and running her fingers through her hair nervously. "I'm shocked I didn't get crushed in this, living in a da.mn three story mansion. I had to quite literally climb out of the place. At least the houses here are somewhat smaller."
"Try living in a peaceful Southern comfort kind of home and waking up with it looking like the dam.ned ruins of Pompeii." He walked off a little bit. "Shouldn't we try to find the rest of humanity?"
Serce rolls her eyes, following a few feet behind. "If there's any other people alive. I wouldn't bother going toward my side of town. No way is anyone alive there."
"ou were. Someone else might have. Besides, I have to see if... someone's there." He kept walking, keeping an eye out for signs of life.
"Point taken," Serce sighs, biting her lip. "It gives me an excuse to look for my stepbrother, anyway." She was almost certain she wouldn't find Jasny alive, but if she could at least find his body... She didn't want to think about that at the moment.
He saw the house. He ran to it, rushing in through the hole where the front door used to stand. He looked around every corner in every room, making his way upstairs. There were no signs of life. Vic saw a book on the desk in the bedroom and knew instantly that this was her room. His best friend. And it looked like she was gone. He walked forward, picking up the book and noticing a small lock on it. He stopped and stared at the floor. Oh God...
Serce disappears into her house, climbing toward the back of the house. "Jase? Jase, can you hear me?" she yells, digging through the rubble where she knew his room was, tears blurring her vision. After about half an hour of pulling rubble out of her way, she froze, shaking her head. "No... No, Jase..." she whispers, pulling his body out, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He dropped to his knees, burying his face in the bed, noticing that somehow her bed still had her scent on it. He only remembered it because of the school dance he'd taken her to. She had been depressed because the guy dshe liekd hadn't asked her. he offered to, jokingly, but she'd assumed him to be serious and agreed to it.
Serce bites her lip, angrily brushing her tears away before beginning the task of getting her stepbrother out of the house, staggering under his weight. She was tempted to give up and leave him, but imagining the guilt of his being dead and not getting a "proper" send-off combined made her keep going. "I'm so sorry..." she whispers once she has him outside, sitting on the ground and pulling him into her lap.
He felt a couple of tears escape his eyes. What had happened here?" He slowly walked downstairs with his friend Heather's diary, slowly making his way to where Serce was.
Serce glances up, her expression tortured. "It should have been me, not him... This... Maybe it's just a nightmare... We'll wake up and everyone will be okay..." she whispers, shaking her head.
Gia woke to a pounding in her head and the slamming of window panes. She tentatively pulled herself out of bed and looked out the window. It was her daily routine. What she saw shocked her. The outside world was demolished, everything was torn to pieces. Panic rose and she rushed out her room. "Sygu (Sigh-ju)! Dygon (Di-Jon)!" She raced through the house but couldn't find them. She ran outside, nearly tripping over the destroyed porch. "Sygu! Dygon!" She called again.
He saw Serce in the distance and walked towards her. The wind was picking up, but because of the miniscule lock, the diary was't flying open. He approached her noticing that she held a body of someone. He guessed it to be her brother.
"Jasny (Jaze-nie), wake up... Please..." Serce murmurs, closing her eyes. "Jase, you can't be dead..." She knew he was, though. She knew he was never going to wake up again and jokingly argue with her who the better step-sibling was...
Vic stopped in front of her and kneeled down. He had a look of sympathy on his face at first, though bewilderment also showed strongly.
Serce sighs, looking up at Vic. "I have to bury him... As much as I hated his mom - my stepmom - he was my stepbrother and... It's not fair. I was the one who should have died," she says, a bitter edge to her voice. "He'd do the same for me..."