Jade jerked slightly when she felt a hand lift her free arm. However she was so drained from the loss of her brother, Samuel, she just did not care anymore. She felt hollow and could not focus on what the newcomer was saying. “Toyota FJ Cruiser.” Tristan said out loud more to himself than anyone inpurticular. While searching for the vehicle Tristan started blinking back his streaming tears. It seemed the man had found his Toyota just in time Tristan could feel himself began to shake and the weight of Jade was increasing like she was about to collapse. Jade slid into the car as the two helped her. Tristan jumped in the back and slammed the door. Jade hoped the noise of the chaos outside would disappear but it did not; all she could do was draw into herself. 

(“So, what’re your names?”)

Tristan tried to calm down before he answered the man’s question. “I’m Tristan and that is my sister Jade. Thank you for the help man. So what should we call you?” Tristan focused outside the car trying to help find a way out of this hellhole. Jade looked up after hearing her name. She realized that she was in the front with the newcomer. She could not help but give a sideways glaze toward her savior. He was quite handsome. Jade shook the thought away; she just lost her brother and people were dyeing just outside the car there was no time for thoughts like that. Instead she whispered. “What do we do now? Where do we go?”