Dean

She's alive. For whatever reason, she stands before me as I cover her cuts with strips of my pants. She's alive, the girl I was wondering about just yesterday as the asteroid was plummeting to Earth and she wasn't in class. She's alive, and I'm furious.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice small as she looks away towards her wrapped wounds.

"I've never helped a human before," is what I reply with. I'm on edge, and she can tell. My family didn't survive, but she did. I was wondering about her when I thought the world was going to be destroyed, but now that she's in front of me, I can't help but feel negative towards her.

"We need to find survivers. I was heading East, until I heard you call back. I don't think anyone else has survived here, since you were the only one to reply." I say, before I walk away. She's mad too, or sad--I can't tell. But she's not happy. I'm guessing she's seen her family dead as well, but this isn't a time to mope around.

Climbing over a pile of debris, I continue to make my way East, not even paying attention to the rustle of rocks being stepped on behind me, indicating she's following me.

I walk through the smoky haze, my eyes burning lesser as I make my way farther from the wreckage. I can see her in the back of my head slightly, my hair somewhat distorted making my extra eye able to watch her and watch where I'm going at the same time. She's not looking at me, she's looking everywhere else, the expression on her face gives the appearance she's going to lose it any time.

I can't talk to her though. I watched my planet blow up into pieces, she still has hers. I watched my kind die before my eyes, and now it's all happening again. This is the only horrifying thing she's seen, and I can guarantee they're more humans on this planet then Norovians. I should be the one about to lose it.

My feet hurt the more we walk across fallen houses, piles of rocks, scattered holes that lie across the soil. I'm hungry too, making me realize we can't quite leave town until we've saved as much as we can from the wreckage. We both need food and water, and we aren't going to find it outside in the middle of nowhere.

"We can't leave," I sigh, feeling completely stupid. "We need to find a backpack or something, and see if we can fill it with whatever supplies lasted. We need food, water, all that." I turn around to get a better look at her, her cuts along her face making her look way older then seventeen.

"Okay, yeah. I should have thought about myself." I don't comment back. Our heads aren't on straight, the last thing we need is to blame each other for something we looked over. "Are--are you sure there's no one else that has survived? In town I mean." Her voice has risen in volume, and I can tell she's trying to push everything far from her mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I try not to snap, but I don't want her questioning my knowledge that no one survived but her. "I know more about your world then you ever will, I'm sure I could tell if no one survived."

"Don't be a douche bag," she barks out. "I was buried under my basement! I had to dig my way out, you can't tell me no one survived under debris and they couldn't call back to you, or let alone hear you." Before I know it, my body is so close to hers I can feel the heat radiate off of her onto me. I lean my face as close to hers as I can get without touching her, and try to keep myself calm.

"You listen to me," I begin, my anger rising. "There are no more survivors. Okay? Do I need to spell it out for you? Carve it into your forehead? I would know. I just had a feeling there was someone out there, and I found you. I don't feel that way anymore. You have instinct, I have information. Now let's find supplies and get out of this town." I step back, running a hand over my face, before walking away from her. I don't see how we're going to survive together if we can't even carry on a conversation.

"You're so full of yourself," she laughs. She's actually laughing. "Mr. Dean Schloric! Woohoo! He knows everything there is to know. Well I'm sorry for wondering okay? My world has crumbled so sorry for being curious." She gulps, her eyes full of sadness before she looks away.

"Yeah, your world has crumbled, but--" I stop mid-sentence, not wanting to share with the girl I can't stand, the real reason we moved to this planet. "Never mind. Now we're losing daylight, let's look around, okay?" She nods in reply, and I can tell I upset her even more then when she found out I was the survivor she was calling to.

I can't look at her anymore, I can't talk to her anymore, I can't think about her anymore. Just being around her sends negativety through my veins. She doesn't even know what I've been through, and all she cares about is what she's been through. Well, Ella, you're not the only one who's lost everything.

Looking around, I try to find the nearest ruins of a house through the fog. After climbing over a pile of crushed cement, I finally spot what I think used to be a house. Hurrying over to it, I begin to dig my way through what was a door, and hope I find something. Hope we find something, and silently hoping that a certain girl will make her way over and help me dig, despite how much I dislike her.