One would call this another misfortune added along with the piled misfortune on the homeless street raised twins as they stared at the empty sky from the West of the Reflecting Pool. Two men it seemed to be just staring at the sky, the shorter of the two on his hands and knees with a look of disappointment on his slender slightly feminine face. While the taller of the two just stood straight and stared at the sky with cold expressionless blue eyes. His short black hair slightly shifting with the wind.

The brown haired boy disguised girl gave a deep sigh before giving off a masculine husky tone whine. [b]"How could they just leave like that? Do they know how much blood and sweat we had to make just to get here? Agh this sucks! Even after we managed to steal some food from some of those looters..."[/b] the brown haired twin grumbled, having a habit of talking and sounding like a guy 24/7.

Despite his siblings words, the blue eyes tall man merely blinked in a slow uncaring manner with his arms crossed over his chest.

Glaring at the taller win, the smaller stood with a huff, shifting the pack on her back with a mild grumble. [b]"Ya know Bro you coulda helped me carry this thing. Geesh. So, what are we going to do now that we are left behind? Any bright ideas?"[/b] Dog asked as her rusty brown eyes gazed up at her brother whom merely stared toward the monument.

[b]"....As always, survive."[/b] Came the deep monotoned that rumbled in the taller man's throat.

A sigh came from the smaller twin before looking toward the monument. [b]"Yeah yeah, guess things never change no matter how hard we try. Hey, what are you exactly looking at? If it's the sky, well I don't think they are coming back... If it's the weird dick of rock then I dunno why your looking at it."[/b] she laughed, her right hand reaching back and brushing the back of her brown hair.

[b]"It is the Washington Monument. And I'm assessing the situation with the the survivors over there. Many aren't big enough to make a lasting meal, but they don't seem too much trouble to take down. The kids might do well as a mobile food source. Use their youth for our advantage, then use the meat when they finally drop. Unless a zombie gets them first."[/b] came the blunt reply from Cat.

Dog stood there, staring at her twin for a good long moment before groaning and face palming with both hands. [b]"For the love of... We are not resorting to canibalism on the first day the world goes to shit and we get left in it. You know, this is why people sorta walk the other way when your around. Plus I rather not have to carry raw bloody body parts around. Plus they could be innocent people."[/b] she scolded lightly, crossing her arms.

[b]"They are survivalists. The survivalist will fight with whatever is necessary for life."[/b] Cat said in a blunt matter of fact tone before glancing around at their surroundings. Surprisingly, there did not seem to be too many people here. Most are possibly dead, fighting, looting, or just plain given up.

Dog glared at him before sighing as she stretched her arms in the air, pondering if she should approach the two at the... Monument stick. On one hand they were fellow human beings and survivalists, on the other they could be just bad people and pick a fight or trick them out of all their supplies. Cat wouldn't like it if the twins approached on the intent to be friendly but that didn't mean they should go with his suggestion and act like monsters.