Wasteland

[Little]

What'd you think?

[Little]

I was running my d**n hardest to get out and see what the smoke was. Judging how my lighter was missing, and was last seen in the hands of my good friend Tylor, I had a good idea that something BIG was on fire. I mean, it was MY lighter! He was probably burning down a building....Hopefully, it didn't involve the White Toyota or it was likely everyone in this tiny town was going to be dead within the next thirty seconds.

Hell, Tylor wasn't THAT stupid. Sure, his best friend was me, a former terrorist. Sure, he had a habit of lighting large fires, and finding the things the make them explo-

I heard a gigantic THWUMP! followed about three seconds later by CRWBSSS!. I had time to duck down and start softly praying before I heard a loud splintering noise, and a large crash.

Oh hell, Tylor, you've done it AGAIN! I rushed outside of the small house I was staying in, and saw Tylor staggering away from the massive blaze where the town hall had been yesterday. His shirt was on fire, and the bastard was laughing manically while tears ran down his face.

I sprinted up to him and tore the burning, ragged shirt off him, quickly throwing it to the ground.

I screamed at him as I grabbed him by the shoulders: "TYLOR! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU G*DD*MNED DOING!? WE HAD A G*DD*MNED AGREEMENT! WE LEFT THEM, YOU STUPID F*CK! YOU DON'T NEED TO BLOW THINGS UP! F*CK!"

I let go of him. He seemed dazed, and his skin was a bright pink, probably due to burns. That didn't stop me from punching him in the face.

He fell to the ground, clutching his nose. I could see blood on his hand.

I yelled: "Did you tell the kid what may be the most important thing in our G*DD*MNED LIVES? DID YOU?!"

He stammered out a quiet: "Yes...."

I stomped away, heading to the last White Toyota that needed to be placed. I opened the car door, climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door behind me. While swearing under my breath, Eric's kid popped out of the back, making me jump and swear loudly.

He grinned: "Hi, Mr.Marcus. Jake is back here, too. I told him, figuring we'd need some extra firepower."

I grinned: "Thanks, Eric's son. Did you tell your dad? He knows where your going, and he approves?"

He looked guilty for a moment, enough to tell me he hadn't. He smiled a split second after the frown and said: "Yes, sir! He fully agreed!"

I started the White Toyota, it's load bouncing heavily in the trunk, and began to drive. I wondered how big the trunk was. Probably big enough to fit a few hundred pounds of the required objects.

I smiled to myself. There was no way out now, but I was going to clear my conscience and erase my mistakes.

[Hyperion]

Very interesting. I would like to find out more about the world itself too...

[Little]

((I honestly think the world before is irrelevant in this scenario. Modern technology, a sprawling America based country. That's about it. Hyperion, is there any way to disable the censors? I know this board is family friendly( ) but couldn't we just put a warning in the threads title? All these asterisks are pissing me off. I have to go, so I'll modify in the rest later.))

One year later....

Tylor sighed, holding back a urge to scream. The plan between him and Marcus had gone well, now Jake, Marcus and Eric's boy were more than likely ash. The positive thing was that the terrorist cell that haunted his past was ash, along with half of the city. It had been a large, carefully planned explosion. Marcus had taken the pains to get the trucks(fairly easy after the Armageddon), get the explosives, drive them to the city without being detected, and arrange them carefully.

All he had needed to do was hit the button when the kid pressed a button on the walkie-talkie. It had exploded, and the entire group of the crazy bastards Marcus and him had called friends were gone.

Eric was about twenty feet away from him, still searching frantically. It had been like this for three hundred sixty two days, and Tylor decided it was time for Eric to get the f**king message, that the kid was dead.

Just as Tylor was going to deliver this message to Eric by walking up to him, turning him around and screaming it into his face, he hard a voice behind him yell: "Dad! Tylor! Is that you!?"

Tylor spun around and the kid was there, looking like a orphan from an old war movie, but there he was.

Eric screamed: "EDWARD! THANK GOD!" and ran towards his son, hugging him tightly when he reached him.

Tylor smiled awkwardly, looking at the two.

***

6 hours later....

A small mini-van drove down the highway, speed limits be d**ned, into the sunset. If one were to listen closely, one could hear a voice talking about how he hid in the subway station, and someone else laughing.

The small van drove into the sunset....