Author's Notes: I tried writing many fics that put the Eds in a world of chaos type of situation, and this seemed to be the only one that worked for me. But I don't want to reveal anything just yet, so I'm getting ahead of myself. Hope you enjoy the story.

I do not own Ed, Edd, n Eddy or anything I reference. The idea that Peach Creek is in New Jersey goes to Ziggon, who has very detailed theories on the Ed, Edd n Eddy series.

Warning: Some of the characters have radically changed. No, this whole fic is a bit radical. I'll just say this: These are not the once mischievous children of the cul-de-sac. They are kids in a world that is radically different from ours. Though they still retain much of their defining characteristics.


July 10, 2010

No one knows how. No one knows why. No one knows who or what did it. But on this date three-fourths of Earth's population died. Empires fell, wars were put on hold, some people lost everything, and in the nations where there was still a functional government, martial law was declared. One area, Peach Creek, New Jersey, was hit particularly badly. Only 12 survivors were found in one of said survivors' basement. No one expected what would happen afterward…


Chapter 1: The Assassination Attempt

August 3, 2013

A crowd gathered in Lemon Brook City's square. Senator Johnson Warren was there making a speech about how after three years of martial law, a 74 unemployment rate, and a minimum wage a 50 cents a day would be changed soon.

The people, however, didn't believe any of this. They had heard the same deals before, some by this very same man, and all that ever happened was that things became worse. So why should they believe them now? They were poor, dirty, starved and broken. Their cities were in ruins, and there was nowhere to live for most of them. Their government was corrupted and only interested in filling their own pockets.

Well, it seemed that someone had had enough of this.

A boy draped in a cloak with the hood up, a common look nowadays, looked toward the rooftop of a rundown apartment building. He quickly spotted two similarly garbed people up there with a sniper rifle.

He pulled a small knife out of its sheath several times in a pattern. The shine of the sun reflected off it and at the cloaked snipers. The shortest of the garbed people responded in a similar fashion with a pocket knife. He then turned his head towards the stage.

Senator Warren walked on with several large bodyguards, each armed with a small handgun or a shotgun. Very few members of the crowd cheered during his walk on.

Despite what one would imagine, Senator Warren looked quite young. Some would say too to be a Senator, but people couldn't elect government officials anymore. That was the Council of Thirteen's job. And to make matter's worse was that he had known connections to several criminal organizations. Some of his bodyguards could have even been convicts.

The Senator made several clearly fake coughs in order to grabbed all the attention he could. He then began his speech in a slightly hoarse, but dramatic voice. "My fellow Americans, I know that the past three years have been hard on us all. Losing our beloveds, losing your shops, three years of martial law and what some of you see as national corruption. But they are, and shall be, restrictions put into effect until the world stabilizes itself again. And that is why I am here. I am here to announce the Food Limitation Act which shall control those who are stealing food from others, by limiting the food you buy each trip to the market to four pounds and raising the tax on food!"

The crowd started yelling and cursing as Warren continued his speech. The cloaked boy again pulled out his knife slightly, signaling his companions. In another part of the crowd, a similarly garbed boy pulled out a walky-talky. His companion's eyes wondered from store to store as if looking for some type of sacred object.

"Can you make him shut up, Eddy?" He asked. "He's just saying the same bull he's told us all before."

The shortest boy on the roof, Eddy, picked up his own walky-talky. "Not yet Jonny boy. Ed's waiting for one of the guards to move his head."

"I got a good shot, Eddy." Ed whispered.

"Take it!"


Each guard forced the Senator to the ground as a gunshot rang out. One guard fell to the ground clutching his leg, his pants stained red.

"Get him outta here!" The lead guard said, joining two others in surveying the area.

"Up there!" The guards aimed their shotguns up at the rooftop. Ed ducked barely in time, hearing the bullets whiz right past his ear. More guards joined them, and about three others pointed their guns at the crowd, ready to take down more would-be assassins.

"Don't let the Senator get away!" The garbed boy ordered.

"Rolf shall not fail until he has a cell phone!" Rolf pulled out a rifle and aimed it at the group of guards. It could have been mistaken for any other kind of rifle if it weren't for the numerous additional barrels and the word 'Hydra' engraved on each.

"What the hell?!" Several guards doubled over when Rolf pulled the trigger. One fell unconscious as soon as it felt as if someone chopped off everything below his knees.

However, that one shot exhausted all his ammunition. And the other guards quickly took advantage of that.

"Dammit!" Rolf shouted, a bullet piercing his cloak. Jonny, using the crowd's heads as stepping stools, jumped over Rolf, firing off several rounds from his pistol.

Eddy, noticing that the guards stopped shooting at them, scrambled to grab the sniper rifle and shot several bullets into the group of guards.

He and Jonny counted their killing spree until there were only three guards left. The cloaked boy, by now it was apparent that he was their commander, gave a hand signal for a cease fire.

"Shoot 'em down!" One guard yelled, aiming at the boy. Before he even fired, the boy had disappeared.

"Where the hell did he go?!" Suddenly his shotgun was knocked from his hand, soaring about five feet behind the boy, who appeared in front of him with a flash.

"What the hell are you, ya bit-" His insult was cut off the moment the boy pulled the triggers of his two bladed handguns (Think of something similar to a handgun with a knife welded to it or something). He and another of the guards fell to the ground with a loud thud, and a small pool of blood covered the stage, continuing to grow.

With his impossibly speedy dash, he had never even noticed his hood fly off. A black sock-like hat covered his head, though it let his slightly long hair stick out a bit. And, with apparent effort, he was not trying to scream at the dead bodies in front of him.

"Watta go, Double D!" Jonny cheered.

Double D tried to keep his face as emotionless as possible. Aiming the guns at the back of the last guard's head, who had dropped his gun by now, he spoke. "Where is Senator Warren going to be tomorrow? Tell me or I will be forced to do something I don't want to do!"

"How did you do all that?" The guard answered nervously. "Your all nothing but kids!"

"Answer the question!" Double D demanded, now pressing the gun against the man's head.

The guard sighed. "He'll be boarding his private jet tonight at 8 pm, en route to New Orleans. There will be five guards, ten after what you just pulled, maybe twenty, and an armed pilot and co-pilot. Please don't kill me!"

"Thank you." Double D re-aimed his guns at the man's elbows and fired, then did the same thing with the man's knees.

The guard fell to the ground. He was alive, in pain, but alive.

"Let's head back to base." Double D sighed. Another failed job. Guess they would have to do their refund policy again.

Rolf searched each guard's corpse, plucking two cell phones out of their pockets. But threw one away, a stray bullet had pierced its screen.

"Finally, like Rolf's friends, Rolf now has a cell phone." He sighed.

"Let's move it Rolf!" Jonny said, putting the key in the ignition of a small jeep. "More will be on the way soon!"

"I concur! We must leave!" Double D commanded, mounting a jet black motorcycle and placing his guns in separate compartments.

They speed through the roads at reckless speeds with several military and police cars behind them. They didn't need to worry about crashing into other cars. In the summer of 2011, most people had turned in their cars for a small amount of money or food.

Double D turned at an exit, about a third of cars followed him. He pulled out his cell phone, calling Eddy on speed dial.

"Eddy, are you and Ed still on the rooftops?" He yelled over the sound of gunfire.

"Yeah? What do ya need?" Eddy answered.

"I need you and Ed to snipe some police vehicles on the main highway." Double D looked ahead, spotting a tunnel. "I'm going into the tunnel. Please hurry."

"Can do." He shut off the phone and took several spiked balls out of one of his motorcycles numerous compartments.

Throwing the balls behind him as hard as he could, the rolled along the road until the tires of the cars hit them. About half of the cars in pursuit were either sent flying or spiraled out of control.

Riding up the tunnels walls, Double D continued to dodge the seemingly never ending bullets. They finally exited the tunnel with five cars still on his tail.

Double D put on an ear piece, again calling Eddy and, thanks to several technological advancements in the last three years, Jonny at the same time.

"Eddy, are you in position?"

"Yeah. Got the rifle aimed at the lead car."

"Good. Fire at will." Double D looked over to see Jonny's jeep, named 'Plank' after his former imaginary friend, coming down a ramp with only two cars following. "Jonny, the ramp you're on leads directly to me. Tell Rolf to ready his rifle. I'll take care of your pursuers."

"Affirmative, sir!" He said.

Double D started driving parallel to Jonny once he made it to the highway. He continued watching the pursuing cars until the window shields of two of them shattered. The two cars stopped and disappeared behind a curve in the road.

Rolf aimed out of the window of the jeep. Five of Hydra's barrels fired off and ripped through the front of one of the cars.

Eddy continued firing until he managed to run out of rounds and disabled three more cars, leaving only one left. "I'm outta ammo!"

"Rolf also ran out, Double D!"

"Right." Double D pressed a button, putting his motorcycle on auto-pilot. He pulled both of his guns out of their compartments as well. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up soon."

"What are you doing Double D?!" Ed gasped.

"Something I don't want to do…" Double D sighed and did an impossible jump from his motorcycle onto the hood of the military car.

"What the hell?!" The lieutenant cried out. Double D raised his guns just before one of soldiers even lifted his machine gun. After firing off several rounds, shattering the windshield into billions of pieces, the slowly car came to a stop. Its occupants were now no more.

"Sorry." Double D said. He knew that no one heard nor cared for his apologies, but it made him feel less guilty of what he's done. All this was done just for him and his friends' survival.

He silently turned and began walking, not wanting to look at his handiwork any longer. His motorcycle was programmed to stop after going a certain distance, so it had to be nearby…


Author's Notes: This… This was so hardcore for Ed, Edd n Eddy. But like I said, these are not the same boys we've known for so long. These types of places can radically change a person. Plus I reference Final Fantasy quite a few times. The Hydra is a reference to Vincent Valentine's gun Cerberus. As is his need to find a cell phone. And Double D's motorcycle (which does I have a name. I just need to narrow the names down a bit) is a slight reference to Fenrir. Until next chapter.