I watched as the man screamed in foreboding. He dropped his sign and began to run. But, they were too fast. He was overwhelmed in seconds, screaming every moment.

They turned to me and I gripped the knife tighter before pivoting on my heel and sprinting down the street.

A van screeched to a halt before me, the back door rolling open with someone shouting "Get in!" inside it. Not wanting to get eaten, I complied and climbed in.

"Bloody apocalypse! No one's prepared, I mean, you're a school girl… with a knife. Alright, you're better prepared than most," he admitted, sweeping his hand through a mass of black hair from his forehead. "But, you do realise a knife isn't the best of weapons, right?"

"Of course I know!" I replied, rolling my eyes. "But, it's the only protection I had. I was going to find a gun or something eventually."

"Well, now you're here, you have two options; we find you some shelter and you wait out the apocalypse, or you stay and help us stop Armageddon from happening."

I considered for a moment. "Who says the shelter you find me will actually be safe?" I questioned, raising his eyebrows as he thought of an answer. "I think, if there's going to be an attempt to stop the apocalypse, I'd like to go down fighting, instead of cowering just waiting for death. I want to do something worthwhile for the world, even as it ends." I thought that was fair; so in the earth's last moments, I should make an effort to do that one thing.

"Well, my name's Jarrod, the driver's Pete, what about you?"

"My name's Clare," I whispered, uncertain about revealing my given name, but somehow, I trusted his deep blue eyes.

"Well, Clare, welcome to the resistance!" spoke the driver, Pete. From the back, I could see that his hair was a tanned blonde and, if I leaned far enough to see the reflection in the rear view mirror, I knew his eyes to be a captivating hazel.

My gaze flicking back and forth between the two faces like a ball in a tennis match, I somehow knew that this was it; do or die. Let the world fall into devastation and ruin, or fight with only my life to give.

"Take your pick," said Jarrod, gesturing towards a crate beside me. I knelt down to open it. Inside were several guns, machine and hand, some terrifyingly large. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the artillery.

"You don't have to stay – you can leave," said Jarrod, leaning forward, so that his head was close to my shoulder.

"How many people have you given that option?" I whispered, not daring to look for his reaction. "How many of those stayed?" I questioned as I picked out a light machine gun, weighting it in my hand. "Sorry for breaking tradition, but I'm staying." I said, clicking the gun into place.

This wasn't just a game where you died and you had a second chance to get it right. One shot was all I had, one life. Death was nothing compared to a world's future in your hands. I looked towards Jarrod who smiled approvingly.

This was Armageddon, this was the last stand. For me and the world; and I would be fighting all the way.

Cassia here, hope you liked the first two chapters. As always, tell me what you think in the reviews!

Shizuku & Cassia ;D