Jade adjusted the sling of her rifle, her movements precise and deliberate. The house still carried the lingering scent of gunpowder and the silence that followed the storm of brutal, grisly and gorey violence with exploded heads in sight. Swithy stood beside her, his eyes scanning the area for any lingering terrorists. He was a tall man with a stoic demeanor, but the recent events had etched lines of worry across his face. The gangsters had come in attempt to kidnap Jade, a ruthless reminder of the chaos that now ruled their world. They had fought them off, but the price was a snowy front yard smelling like and covered in blood As they caught their breath, a frantic figure burst into the room. "Aw F*ck! I forgot my Weed from last night!" Bertha, the stoner, was a whirlwind of panic, her beautiful blue eyes wide. Her beret was covered in ash burns, and she smelled like weed like always. Jade exchanged a weary glance with Ramirez. Bertha's timing, as always, was normal. With a nod, Jade gestured towards the kitchen. "Hurry up and grab your green nuggets, Bertha," she said, her voice calm despite bertha being so stoned. Bertha scrambled into the kitchen, emerging moments later with a bag of weed clutched tightly in her hands. She offered a sheepish grin before scurrying out of the house, the weed was her only concern at the moment. Jade sighed, adjusting her brown leather jacket. "Let's get the hell out of here," she said softly, turning to Ramirez. "I need some fresh air." Ramirez nodded in agreement. Together, they holstered their weapons and stepped out into the cold air and headed towards the city. The city street's were eerily quiet as people had their guns looking paranoid as always, no children were seen, Their destination was the park, a place that had once been a sanctuary of family and joy, but now stood as a solemn reminder of what the world had lost. As they walked, the silence between them spoke volumes. The park was empty, as it always was, a ghost of its former self. They found a bench under a large oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Jade sat down first, followed by Ramirez. They stared out at the empty playground, the swings swaying slightly as if moved by unseen hands. Jade broke the silence, her voice heavy with sorrow. "Do you remember when we used to go here as kids? we would shoot BB guns for hours. This place used to be so full of life." Ramirez nodded, his eyes distant. "I remember. It feels like a lifetime ago."
