The sirens were yelling again, as Dirk was walking with the group. He had zoned out for a second, and the loud noise of the sirens had woken him up a little. But he had grown so accustom to the sound, he quickly tuned it out as the group ran for cover.
An attack was now imminent, soon the ground would rumble, and shards would fly. The group hid inbetween two buildings, where a very narrow alley was. They hid there for a while, waiting for the last siren to end, which signalled the attacks were over- for now. Dirk turned his head to look at his group, and was greeted in the face by the muzzle of a gun, and a loud, husky voice yelling at him to leave. In one motion he turned around and ran away as fast he could. It was only then he realized he was the only member of the group left in the alley, the others had left already. They weren't far away though, and he caught up with them soon. "Dirk, there you are! Thank gog." Roxy said to Dirk, who was panting a little.
"Yeah, thanks for waiting guys." He said sarcastically, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "dude i kept calling you like constantly didn't you hear" Dave replied as he turned around to face his brother. Dirk shook his head, but said nothing. Dave turned back again, as the group kept walking. Karkat was walking in front, then Dave, Roxy and finally Dirk. Dirk liked to walk in the back, to keep an eye out for danger from behind, while Karkat took the leader-role and walked in front.
The group had been together from the beginning of the war. They used to be with 12, but most of the group died during the war. The foursome were the only survivors left of their friendgroup. They had stayed in Dave and Dirks house for the most time, but the building got shelled a week ago, and they have been walking around aimlessly since. Looking for a place to stay and wait out this war, which had been going on for the past 4 years.
The war had taken so many lives, and it seemed like it would never end. Rumours were going around that ceasefire would come soon, but hardly anyone has any hope left to believe in that, and thus they stay that, rumorus. Though only Roxy had dared to have just a glimmer of hope left. Maybe it would all end soon, and maybe help was on their way. Just maybe...
Roxy had mulled this thought over in her mind ever since she heard of the rumours. She was thinking the same thoughts again, and it had felt raw by now. It was Karkat who shook her out of her thoughts. He suddenly came to a stop, and was looking up and down with a puzzling look. "Whatsup karkles?" Roxy asked as she stood next to him. "YEP. I THINK THIS IS IT GUYS." he said after a while. The group looked at what he was looking at, and saw a small, ravaged house. It didn't look good at all, but it seemed somehow less ravaged than the other buildings. Everyone looked at the building, and all thought the same thing. "Shelter."