Instinctively, Ricky shoved he and Quane down to the ground, a pile of rubble behind them, hiding them from view. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest, his eyes wide as he listened for information. Quane began to move to his feet, his teeth gritted furiously. "They killed my family - I'm going out there", he hissed, only to be pulled back down to the ground again. A low gasp escaped him as he slid back, collapsing against the rubble again beside Ricky. "You're not going to stop me!" he added, sliding across the ground as he made his way behind the pile of rubble. Silently, he watched to see a small group of men, armed with thick guns. Slowly, he moved further around the pile of rubble, his black hair shadowing his features. Immediately, he reached out, grabbing the nearest man's ankle and pulling him back in a swift movement. The rest of the men blinked, turning with confusion. Without hesitation, Quane stabbed a knife into the man's chest, rolling aside his lifeless body. His gaze returned to the other men, and then to Ricky. "You know what I'm asking", he muttered quietly, a slight smirk on his face. Ricky hesitated for a moment, but then moved beside Quane, crouching down. Grabbing his friend's feet, he practically launched him up into the air. Quane's feet then ran up the pile of rubble, and once again he launched himself, this time at the group of men. Only their low noises of discomfort were heard as he landed upon them, knocking them over in a domino effect. Rapidly, he reached out and grabbed a loose gun, his knee cutting against the rubble in the process. Without hesitation, he faced the gun towards the men and pulled the trigger several times, winning a perfect aim each time. His eyes flickered to the ugly corpses, and then to a flaming house nearby - his house. "It'll be our last chance to find food", he murmured, rushing fearlessly into the house. Hard, he smashed into the flaming door, snapping it by it's hinges. Glancing around, he ignored the flames as they licked threateningly at his ankles, making his way towards the almost completely destroyed fridges and cupboards. Immediately, he emptied the fridge and cupboards, claiming many different foods, including cucumbers, carrots, apples, a loaf of sourdough bread, a heap of chocolate bars, and some cold leftover meals from his past dinners. Not complaining, he made his way back out to Ricky, noticing that all the houses had now been destroyed. Calmly, he poured the food out on the ground, piling it together. But as soon as there was silence, he was reminded of his dead family ...