A/N: Okay, this is the first official chapter now. Yay! Please review and enjoy!

Warning: Some violence and...that's all I can think of right now...

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush...but really, the only thing here that's Big Time Rush-ish are the names of the main characters; Carlos, Logan, Kendall, James, Jennifer, Katie, Camille...you get the point. This just poofed into my head and as far as I know it's original to me...But if there is something in here that anyone can place to a thing that already exists...well either i didn't recognize it or I subconsciously wrote it in...basically, if you can place it, it ain't mine.

"Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are." – George Eliot

Carlos had been walking for days. Three days. He paused for a moment and looked at his hand, featuring a tattered gray, dusty glove. On the glove were three black marks. Yes. Three days. He had been in search for water...food...anything. But of course, being on Etracon, that was practically impossible. He looked up at the sky. The clouded sun was almost directly above him, meaning it was 11...maybe 10. In the distance he saw a paper fluttering weightlessly, effortlessly through the air. It had always amazed him that paper, leaves, or at least leaves when there still was trees and leaves, could float and fly without the aid of any wind. He walked towards the tan, dancing page and grabbed it. He smirked. Down on the paper was an illistration of himself. His mugshot. 50,000 pounds of uranium? Wow. They were really stepping up the reward. He stuffed it into the pocket of his heavy coat and kept walking through the sand and dust.

Dust and sand, sand and dust. That was all that was left of the once blue planet. He remembered a time when there was grass, lakes, oceans, skies that were blue, clouds that were white, clean clear air...but that was all before the infection began...now, the world entire (Earth as he still called it, though it was technically known as Etracon now) was something like that of the Sahara Desert. Though he was one of the only ones that still remembered, it reminded him of the likes of the Dust Bowl. The sun was scorching, there was no water and hardly any life (the few life there was, was sick and not the infected...the humans and aliens), there was dust everywhere- even in they sky and air making the atmosphere a tinted orange instead of blue and clouding the sun. He coughed a little and began trudging on.

In another 4 hours he had reached a small town...if you could call it that. There were a few buildings, a couple creatures walking around, but that was about it. It reminded him of the Old West...open spaces where doors and windows should be, women in thick dresses, men in suspenders...though technology and weaponry had increased at an unbelievable rate over the past hundred and sixty-one years, fashion seemed to degress.

At the very end of the small set of broken houses and buildings was a two-story building. A shop. Most likely the upstairs was living quarters for whoever owned the establishment. Carlos walked to and inside. The place was completely empty. He sat at the bar where a tall man, or rather boy really, was futily attempting to clean the dust out of one of the mugs. He hadn't seemed to notice that someone was actually there. Carlos shrugged off the large coat and set down his bag, making a clanging sound as it hit the floor. The blonde boy looked up from the cup and to Carlos with a shocked expression.

Carlos slightly smiled. There weren't a lot of towns or cities left on Etracon that weren't infested with infected, and whenever Carlos visited them, they always had the same shocked, surprised expression.

"Uh...w-what can I get you?" The boy asked quickly putting the cup down and cleaning the counter a bit.

"Water...if you have any," Carlos said.

The boy nodded, grabbing the very mug again and going to the large spout in the wall. He waved his hand in front of it, a blue hologram containing the numbers 0-9 appearing in front of it.

"How many pints?" He asked over his shoulder.

"A pint," he responded.

The boy nodded and filled the large mug then set it in front of him.

"Sorry...it's a bit dirty..." he apologized.

Carlos shrugged. "Anything's better than nothing..." He drank a bit and noticed a group of aliens and humans standing outside the window, watching him.

The blonde boy looked down, embarrassed. "Sorry...they...they don't really have any money...can't afford water or anything...doesn't help matters that we've been robbed twice in the past three weeks..."

"What's your name?" Carlos asked.

"Kendall. Kendall Knight," he answered.

Carlos nodded and began rummaging through one of the pockets on his large coat. He pulled out a small drawstring bag and tossed it on the counter.

"Use it," he told Kendall and nodded to the window. "For them."

Kendall again wore an expression of confusion and took the pouch. Inside were several round glowing blue uranium chips. His eyes grew in shock and his jaw dropped. He had never seen so much uranium...

"This...this has to be about...60...65 pounds of uranium. The water was only half a pound..." he stuttered in amazement.

Carlos again smiled a little. "Like I said. It's for them...they need it more than me. Use it for water...food...whatever." He started filling a canteen with the water and clasped it again to the bag. He then shrugged on the coat again and picked up the bag, standing up. He started heading to the door.

"Wait!" Kendall quickly left from behind the counter and stopped him. "Who are you? Can I give you anything? Anything you want..."

Carlos shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. And I'm Carlos. Carlos Garcias."

Kendall smiled. He couldn't believe that this one man was about to change his life forever...he could now afford medical care for his sister, security from the infected...hell. Maybe they'd even be able to move...at least to Groutron. It was no Galier, but anything was better than their current situation..."Well. Thank you...Thank you so much."

"Good luck." He then left the store and began to again venture out to the next village...somewhere where he'd be able to find transportation to Groutron. He came to the end of the last shack and turned back to look at the shop. There were people and aliens with arm fulls of food, jugs of water, blankets...He nodded to himself. It wouldn't be the last he saw Kendall Knight.

Carlos turned back around to face the empty landscape. But before he began his new adventure, he turned to that last building and took out the wanted poster from his pocket. He then took out a knife, took off his ripped glove and stuck the poster and glove to the wall with the sharp blade. If they wanted to find him so badly...badly enough where they raised the reward...well then. Let the games begin. He smirked and again walked off into the emptiness.

A/N: So. How was that? Yeah...it's just more background right now...but it will get better...promise. Please review :)