A/N: Here's something a little more...experimental. It was made in response to fanart made by Loud House fan and LuanXMaggie shipper BunnyAbsentia who actually encouraged me to write a fanfiction about it after I commented that it reminded me of some kind of Mad Max or Lisa: The Painful RPG setting that I'd like to try writing.

And honestly? It felt odd writing this, and I dunno if I'll really finish it or not.

I was given permission to use the fan art, please check out BunnyAbsentia's art gallery on DeviantArt.

Prepare for bad times.

Prepare for disaster.

This is Lone Loud, a story about self-worth.

Track 1: Every Planet We Reach is Dead

At the side of the road on the outskirts of what was once Royal Woods, Michigan sat Lynn Loud in her roughed up clothes and bruised body. She sat among what was left of her former life, and what little food and water she had left.

The broken head of Mr. Coconuts. Lori had told Lynn not to blame herself for Luan jumping. But she couldn't help but think things would've been better if she hadn't kicked open the door after Luan locked herself away after what happened with Luna. She survived the fall, but not the internal bleeding.

The dirty tennis ball. Lynn had accidentally smacked it into the road while playing with Lana after Lori told the two countless times to play inside. The hijacked military jeep came out of nowhere, and whoever was driving it never stopped. Lynn could never play with her again.

A pair of broken sunglasses. Out of all of their fates, Leni's was the most tragic. She had never hurt anyone, that is until a group of monsters had stopped at the Loud house and the naive young woman let them in. Lori had mournfully blamed Lynn and Lincoln for not guarding the house after they found her hanging from one of her scarves, holding an asphyxiated Lily to her chest.

Bun-Bun. Lincoln's absence hurt Lynn the most because the bullet was meant for her. His last action was saving her, and then she was all alone.

Waiting for a car.

Or a truck.

Or something powerful enough to end it all.

Lynn had debated on how she'd want to go out. She was out of bullets, and every shop she went to were out too, all were ransacked months ago. Dehydration, starvation, and heatstroke were out of the question, they'd all take way too long and Lynn would rather it all be over as quick as it could. She was too scared to drown, and setting herself on fire would've been too painful and slow. Her head was too tough to just smash in over and over.

Being ran over was the most preferable option, it'd be painful but quick. Problem was she hadn't seen a running vehicle in weeks. Broken down cars, vans, and trucks were all over the place, and all of them were either stripped of parts or out of fuel. It had been a while since Lynn last saw a working vehicle.

Ever since the collapse, they became harder to come by. Military personnel seized and salvaged many of them, outright stealing from the population. Lynn wondered if they were still out there, martial law fell apart when rioters fought back, and they ended up destroying major cities like Detroit, New York, Chicago, San Francisco, and Seattle.

Soon after that, public services shut down, many private ISPs shut down as well. Less and less information was available to the public, but people held onto hope.

That was over two years ago.

Lynn looked up and out towards the road. Still no cars, still no trucks. The once promising athlete wondered what she'd do if she actually found one. Would she just run out into the road? Run right at the incoming hunk of metal to see which one of them stopped first? If whoever was IN the hypothetical vehicle came out, would they attack her? Would they end her suffering or do to her what was done to Leni? Lynn looked down at herself for a brief moment, she didn't have what Leni had.

It made her a bit relieved, and a bit sad. Then she wondered just what the hell was she thinking. Now was neither the time nor the situation to be comparing herself with any of her dead siblings.

Dead.

Lynn was reminded again of what led her out here. The collapse had taken everything from her. She had been scouted at the young age of fourteen for training to become a competitor for the next Olympics. The collapse happened three years before she had a chance to prove her worth.

As for her family, she lost them one after another starting with her parents who left the house to search for help, leaving the college-bound Lori in charge again. They never came back.

Second was Lola who succumbed to some sort of illness that appeared with the collapse. Then Lisa who overworked herself to keep the house going. Then Lucy who just refused to eat one day. Then Luna who OD'd after an attempt to cheer up the public with music went horribly wrong.

Then Luan, then Lana, then Lily, then Leni, then Lori, then...

"...Lincoln..." Lynn curled up in a ball. The events of the previous day still fresh in her mind.

XxXxX

From the top of the stairs, Lynn and Lincoln took cover from the three raiders who had broken in. Lori had shot at five of them for getting near the house with her rifle, but she was overrun and now the rifle was in the hands of one of her killers.

Lynn took her pistol out and fired back, managing to hit two of them before running out of bullets. The third set his sights on her. Lynn could feel Lincoln pulling her downwards.

"Lynn get down! Get-"

Lori's rifle went off again, followed by silence. Lynn felt something heavy on her. Looking down, she saw Lincoln's body propped up against her's. There was now a new hole in his shirt, right where his lung should be, a thick redness started to flow from the hole, and Lincoln's mouth as he tried to say something.

"Lincoln!" He struggled to move, his arms were shaking as he reached out for his older sister, she could see the fear in his eyes. Lynn dropped her empty gun and grabbed onto him, "No! Don't you die on me! Don't leave me all alone!" tears fell from their eyes. She felt his hands grow cold, and then he was gone. Lynn laid his body down and didn't notice the last of the raiders closing in on her, the rifle aimed at her head.

"Eyes up here, ponytail." he told her, "You're going to pay for what you did."

Lynn didn't bother looking up, "The fuck are you waiting for? Just do it already."

Click.

Lynn was still breathing.

Click. Click. Click.

"Well I'll be damned, I'm out too."

That was the moment something snapped inside Lynn Loud. She couldn't recall exactly what happened, but by the time she came to her senses, there was nothing left of her brother's killer aside from the mangled remains of what was once a human. Arms and legs twisted in ways they shouldn't be twist. Fingers and ribs broken. The face was turned into hamburger and the neck was torn open.

XxXxX

It made her sick just thinking about it. She looked at her hands, she nearly broke a finger while turning that bastard into a human pretzel. She was surprised she was able to get all the blood off, but the bruises were still there. They still hurt.

"It hurts..."

Nearly forty-eight hours and the pain hadn't gone away. It couldn't go away. It would never go away.

Not until Lynn went away herself.

"I just want it to stop..."

Then, in the distance, Lynn picked up a rumbling. The sound of a combustion engine, rubber on road, it came from her right. It was headed her way.

"...well, this is it."

Lynn crawled onto the pavement, lying face down, her forehead resting on her folded arms.

"I hope it doesn't take too long."

The engine got louder as it approached.

"This is gonna hurt."

She could feel faint vibrations on the ground.

"I wonder if I'll see them all again?"

Brakes, and suddenly the engine died.

"Hey! You okay?"

Lynn didn't move.

"Hey!"

Lynn refused to respond. She felt something slightly kicking her side.

"C'mon kid, you're not dead yet!"

Lynn then grabbed onto the stranger's leg, and pulled on it.

"Whoa! Hey! Let go!" he yelled.

"Just get it over with!" Lynn demanded.

"What? The heck is wrong with you?"

Lynn felt a pair of hands grab her and lift her up onto her feet, she came face-to-face with an older, pale skinned, shirtless man with a chestnut buzz cut and a few noticeable scars on his face and torso. He let go the second Lynn's shoes touched the pavement.

"Kid, what are you doing out here? Where are your parents?"

Lynn slowly shook her head, "I haven't seen them in years..."

The stranger's face went from upset to alarmed, "Oh...shit, sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Forget it," Lynn interrupted, she sat back down on the side of the road and saw that the stranger had been riding a red Honda Sportbike, "I don't know what I'm doing out here."

The stranger walked over and crouched down, still above her eye level, "It looks like you were trying to get run over. Now what in the world made you want to do a thing like that?"

Lynn anxiously turned away and rubbed her left arm with her right hand, "I just... don't got anything to lose anymore. Mom, dad, my sisters, my brother..." her eyes began to well up.

"Look at me kid." Lynn didn't. The stranger sighed, "Okay, at least listen to me. I don't know what kind of hardship you've been through, but throwing away your life isn't going to make things better. The way the world is right now, it's a horrible situation, and many have learned the hard way that they need to make the best of it. No matter how bad it gets."

Lynn shrugged, "This is the best I can do."

The stranger then looked up to the sky and his mouth dropped, "Oh shit!"

Lynn looked up herself to see a flare in the sky very far away. "What's that?"

The stranger was back on his bike, "Kid, get off the road and head back to wherever you came from. I gotta go."

"Huh? What's going on?"

The engine turned on again, and the stranger sped away. Lynn could see some sort of tattoo on his back, showing fourteen tally marks. Soon enough, he was in the distance, and kept going.

Lynn was alone again.

XXXXX

"I want to see you again.

I love you.

But what are we going to do?"

-Gorillaz

"Every Planet We Reach is Dead"