Iris watched the cloudy skies, a blue bag slung over her shoulder filled with all the stuff she could find. A red hair fell down in her face, she pushed it back behind her ear. Iris pushed herself off the stump she was sitting on and began off into the dark forest.

The sun was rising although you could barely tell with the brown dust cloud covering the sky like a thick blanket of snow on a flower bed. The forest was near silent, though the soft conversation of Aspen and Ivy filled the surrounding with comfort. The twins sat uneasily on the podzol, picking at scraps of a rabbit.

Ridge stood atop a cliff, the sun managing to peek the mountain up higher, making the dim valley look like another planet. He scanned the valley with one working eye. Wildlife seemed to notice the same thing he did as he watched with the tall white dog next to him as a herd of deer headed towards the base of the cliff, trying to pick themselves across the steep slope.

Clove and Glenn stalked the shoreline like a wolf hunting a mouse. The pair were poorly prepared but knew not to get caught with what little they have. After the eruptions the city has become chaotic and the only way out is by boat. "Two people over here!" Clove jumped, glancing at Glenn, who held out his pocket knife.