I bend over her body, crying my eyes out. She was too young to be taken, I thought to myself. I brush her light blond hair behind her small ear. My sister, I choked back tears, but they came anyway. Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me.
"Duude, it's one of them witches," a voice said. Male, I think. With a country accent.
"Lights off everyone," said another voice, this time it was female. I heard guns reload and get raised.
I Looked back at them with tears in my eyes, angry that they interrupted the last moment that I ever would have with my sister, but at the same time I was glad that I wasn't the only sane, well, somewhat sane person on Earth. I got up slowly.
"Please," I started "don't-" I turned around to see four people. Two were black, the female voice I had just heard earlier and a larger black man. The other two were also men, one in just a t-shirt and jeans and the other, oddly, in a suit. They all had their guns pointed at my face. The large black man extended his arm over his group's guns.
"It's another survivor," he said.
"She doesn't look like one," the man in the suit said.
"Of course I'm a survivor! And just because I don't have a religion doesn't mean I'm a witch." They chuckled loudly at this. I was getting angry. "What?" I shouted. The large black man came over to me and reached out his arm. My shaking hand reached out to meet it. He looked like the nicest one there.
"Coach, I don't think this is a good idea. We don't know what kind of person she is." The one in the suit said.
"And the same to you, Nick. She looks nice enough." Coach said. "That's Nick," he jabbed his thumb over to the guy in the suit. "He's quite the complainer."
"Be quiet, Big Guy." Nick said. Coach chuckled.
"And I'm Coach, obviously. That's Rochelle over there in the pink. And they young country one is Ellis."
"Huhwhat?" Ellis said, raising his head. Coach laughed again. Then I felt vibrations on the ground. They gradually got more drastic as time passed, the intervals between each vibration getting smaller.
"Uhh, what's that guys?" Rochelle said.
"Tank." Nick mumbled.
"What ?" I said, spinning my head towards Nick. "How could they get a tank into a street like this? Tanks are huge. And this place seemed deserted, so I wouldn't think there would be a need for a large vehicle that shot out explosives."
"Not that kind of tank, sweetheart," Coach said, backing up and cocking his gun. Just then I saw a large, pinkish blob in the horizon.
"What in the world is-" I started to say, until a large rock, coming from the area that the blob-ish thing was in, blocked my view. I screamed. Bigger vibrations were coming and a rage-like scream came from the huge mass, which was now getting larger, and heading straight towards us.