Lukas was whimpering from the pain, his pain-torn face against the ground as he grit his teeth. He had been really close to the blast, and his entire back was beyond just 'throbbing with pain', it was killing him. "Call 9-1-1!" People screamed. "Oh my God, what the f***?! Who, what happened!?" Others questioned. 

Brand hissed as he sat up from the soot-covered ground. "Z! Lukas! Where are you at?!" He called, shakingly getting to his feet. His whole body ached and bubbled from the heat. There were black scorch marks all over everything, fires were still burning around the gas station. People were dragging the injured away. Sirens were coming closer. It looked like a war zone.

Lukas certainly looked like he had been in a war zone. Brand's jaw dropped as he sprinted towards his backless friend, literally backless. "Lukas, your back..." He gasped, looking over his friend chard piece of meat of a back. It sounded like Lukas was crying. That was when he noticed that he and Lukas were the only ones within 20 feet of the blast zone. Where was Z? "Z! Where are you!?" He shouted, looking around for any signs of the mute girl, standing over Lukas.