I do not own Happy Tree Friends! Rating may change. Flaky, Cuddles, and Lammy are like ten to twelve and some of the other characters are adults, except for Cub. There might be another added as younger but I will add that later. This is kinda a post-apocalyptic story, like many generations after. I can't say anymore for that would be spoilers.

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The young girl smiled, soft waves hitting her bare feet. She slowly lays her head into the sand, it getting all in her hair. Turning her head she stares into the eyes of the blonde haired boy lying beside her. He reaches his right hand over, running it through her hair.

"Hey Flaky." He says, playing with a strand of her hair.

"Yeah?" She gives him a small smile.

"Have you ever thought about how it is going to be like when we get old and they float us out?" His voice seemed rather playful for the grim subject.

"N-no! I don't like to think of t-things like that." She says, tensing up at the thought of being put on a raft and pushed out to sea, doomed to float towards the nothing.

"Wellllll. I've been thinking about it. It doesn't seem like a bad way to go really. Better then coming back every day, older and older, dying more often. Hey! Maybe I will end up past the nothing, somewhere with one of the fabled tall buildings." He started to laugh mockingly. He was referring to the myth older ones told of how long ago, before the New Beginning, there were buildings rising hundreds of feet in the air.

Cuddles, like many of the islands residents, had a strong belief that the New Beginning never happened, and that this island is all there ever is and ever was. Flaky was kind of on the line on the subject. Being one of the only people out there seemed like a scary concept.

"Y-you never know..." She said in her quite voice, Cuddles just rolling his eyes at her. They lay together in silence, the only sound heard is the crashing of waves and their breathing.

They stayed like that for the longest, before a blaring siren went off. It was loud and had a low tone, going on continuously.

The two kids looked at each other, knowing it meant one of ether two things; There was a big storm, or one of the things, as they were called, was spotted near the village. Looking out at the water one could guess it was a storm.

"Well. I guess I will see you tomorrow!" Cuddles gave her a grin, standing up and offering her a hand.

She took it, shaking a bit, "Y-yeah. I guess if we m-make it."

"Come on! We go through this every time! Nothing is going to happen silly. But it may.. If we don't hurry back!" He laughed, racing on ahead towards his house. She stood there for a second, before hurrying back herself.

Opening the netted door, she stepped inside, in the kitchen. Her dad was at the table, studying some old books he had found at a torn up abandoned shack just outside the village. "D-dad? Don't you hear it?" She stood before him, nervously eying the door.

"Oh. Yeah. Could you go out behind the house, get some wood? We need to board up the windows. Don't want a recurrence of last time." She looked down, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. "Flaky! Now." He said firmly, not taking his eyes off of the book. She turned around, going outside. The wind had picked up, and dark clouds covered the sun. She slowly went to the back of the small clay house.

Stacks of neatly cut wood lay together, in piles. She was able to pick up two, this almost to heavy for her. No one else was around, already held up in there houses. She dragged the pieces to her front door, before turning around to get more.

Small drops of rain had started to fall from the sky, quickly becoming heavier. By the time she had six blocks of wood, rain was pouring down. She could hardly see a foot in front of her. She dragged most of them into the house, her dad getting up. He helped her with the rest of them and nailed all of the windows shut.

When the last one was done he patted her head before going back to the kitchen to finish his work, "That should do us. I hate how bad these storms get. They have been coming more often then usual."

"M-maybe it is just that time." She shrugs, taking notice of her soaked clothes stuck to her body.

"No. That is not for a while. But, nature can be strange." And that was the end of their conversation.

Flaky retreated to her room, pulling her shirt off and placing it into a basket. She thought about how things used to be. She missed how her dad used to be so loving to her, and put work aside just so they could spend time together. Now she would be lucky to get a glance from him.

It had been that way since her mom had been killed by one of 'them.' When they got a hold of you, there was no coming back. It had been two years. She had retained a constant stutter after witnessing her mother being ripped apart and almost getting killed in the same way. Her dad became distant, using his work to cope with it. She tried reconnecting with him but just couldn't.

She pulled the rest of her wet clothes off, putting a nice and dry gown on. Hopefully she could sleep with the sound of the rain so loud near her. Crawling into her bed, she blew out the lit candle beside it, and hoped to fall asleep quick.

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Stepping out of her house, she surveyed the damage done from the storm. A few tree branches were scattered everywhere, but that was about all. She didn't see anyone, which was strange. Usually people were walking around cleaning up.

Looking past the line of house she could see the ocean. That is when she took note that a lot of people were standing around something. Heading towards them, she tried to peak her head over a few shoulders to see what they were checking out. She got a quick glance when someone shifted, becoming surprised at what she saw.

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Updated 7/5/2014.