"I would die for her."

Disclaimer: All Tribal characters belong to Cloud 9 and I do not own them. I own any made up characters in here and you can't use them without my permission.

*This is set in Series 6 (so it's made up basically!)*

The city was dead. There was no sign of life. No people moved on the streets. The only movement was a newspaper blowing idly in the wind. Where the hotel had stood, a blackened heap of stones remained. The result of the explosion set off by Ram's computer that had released the virus mark 2 into the world and killed off all the people that had remained in the city after the Mallrats warning. Or had it?

Two solitary figures were moving stealthily through the deserted streets. They didn't speak, and were cloaked and hooded. The only sign that they knew each other at all was that they had tightly clasped each others hand, as if someone was suddenly going to appear and attempt to drag them apart. Moving quickly, one followed behind the other, as if the one in front was the one who knew the way. They made their way hurriedly towards Sector 9, where the Mall still stood, as silent as the rest of the city, now dark and brooding in the fading evening light.

The figures entered into the empty Mall and stood at the foot of the main stairs.

"Hello?" One of the figures called hesitantly, but there was no answer. They were all gone.

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Meanwhile, on a boat out at sea the surviving Mallrats clung to hope. They had been nearly three weeks off land, and food and fresh water supplies were running low.

It was a good job we had the sense to ration the supplies from the beginning

Jay thought and mentally thanked Amber for her insight. If it hadn't been for her suggestion they would have run out in less than a week.

"Land! I see land!"

There was a cry from the front of the boat where Trudy was sitting with Brady. The Mallrats ran to see. Sure enough, there was land, but it seemed strangely familiar..