A/N:

OMG have I been gone that long?

I'm so so sorry guys. A lot of stuff happened. But I'm back! Not dead.

Anyways, on with the story :D

The greaser walked out of the abandoned gas station while sipping some soda, advertisements stamped on the walls, burned and torn. Most of the letters from the roof were off and the others were still either on or flicking on and off repeatedly. And the remaining lightened words spelled out AS ST ON.

The driveway was cracked and uneven. And near one of the gas tanks, stood the young greasers motorcycle , cleaned throughly and full of gas. He put his available hand on his hip and examined his motor closely. He knew it was cleaned, but still..you can never be too sure about something right? Once he was done with his soda, he tossed it into one of the garbage piles nearby and walked to his automobile.

He hopped on, inserted the key, and started the engine. It revved and revved, until he finally drove off with a loud screeching noise coming from the back wheel. Well, he was positioning his motorcycle upwards when he drove off into the endless roads up ahead.

'vrrrrrrrr' , the engine continued its noisy racket. The young man had his shades on and his cigarette lit and being gripped with his teeth at the end of his mouth. Yup, he was a smoker. And a greaser. Can you guess his name yet? No? Well, you will soon.

He drove and drove for miles in the scalding hot sun. It was only 2 more miles until finally finding some shade. He couldn't even think in such incredible heat. Stuff like; Where was Eridan? How long until he could finally find some shelter? How long until he could find another gas station or light another cigarette? Now the answers to these questions would have to wait. And then finally, the shade came caving him into the fresh light darkness and out of the bright heat outside.

"About time.." ,he somehow said with his cigarette still in his mouth. "Now to fucking think, just for once.."

He pulled his attention to the road again and think about what to do next until his eyes landed on the brightest shade of red in the distance. Bright enough to overthrow the sun in a brightness showdown. He raised a brow and drove further, curious about such a bright red in the shady part of ...the middle of nowhere in particular..

Closer and closer he drove, he noticed some black hair, pants, and that the bright red was..nothing more than a sweater mostly covering the person that laid on the middle of a fucking road. The greaser than halted to a stop when he was 3 and a half inches from the stranger's body. He got off the damned motorcycle and walked near the unconscious person that laid on the ground. He kneeled near the person, he or she had some hair on their face. He brushed it off. A boy. Then the young man had noticed some rich, red blood on the side of head. He moved the hair more further up his head. Blood. Who would've guessed it? Some more was surrounding his head on the ground and some droplets were splattered randomly down to his body or up ahead on the who-knows-what-could've-been-there floor.

He sighed and decided to wake the guy up. But first, he took his wrist, and looked for a pulse. The chances were, he was knocked out for a while or, he could be dead .He was alive and well.

Who knows? He might have not known about the disaster they were having right this very instant. Or he could have been running away from some cannibals or something. But why would they just leave him here and not eat him? There was many reasons the greaser thought of why this person would be here and why he was bleeding..But none of them didn't even add up..

"Hey.." , the greaser had said clearly. No reply.

"Dude, get up." No reply, again.

He started to pap his face a bit. "Dude. Chief. Hey yo chief."

"..."

Sigh. He walked back to his motorcycle and checked in one of his bags. He pulled something out in a bottle, walked back to him, untwisted the cap and...

'SPUURTT!'

"Gaahh!" ,It woke him straight up. He coughed and squirmed to sit up, but had to use his arms for support to hold him up from behind. He seemed too weak to even get sit up straight. He coughed before wiping his face dry with his sleeve and opened his eyes to send a glare at the other.

"What the bloody-" , but before he can finish, the greaser had covered his mouth, letting only muffled words escape from the sweater guy.

"Shh.",he whispered to him. "They could be nearby..."

"Hmm?", he spoke back, still muffled from the hand covering his mouth. He took his hand back.

"And your hurt."

"I am?"

"Yo' head, chief." , he pointed to his wound.

He let one of his hands wander up to the side of his head and, when he barely even touched it, he let out a sharp yelp. The sudden wave of pain seemed like too much for the shorter one, especially when he was just woken up.

"Don't touch it!" He practically yelled at the injured guy."It could get infected!"

"Oh, right. And your telling me to shush. Your practically yelling at me while they may be nearby. Absolute genuis don't you think?" He mocked the taller one. The greaser just ignored him and got up to walk to his motor. He bent down his knee, zipped his backpack open and fished inside for mediacal supplies. Good thing his father was a doctor with a little bit of scientist in there, taught him everything while he was still around. How to disinfect an open injury quickly before completely letting the bacteria inside the bloodstream, no problem. How to put back a dislocated body part and put back into place without surgery, child's play. But when it came to cannibalism and the deadly disease itself, your done for, there's no known cure. Prepare to lose your insanity.

He felt the bottle and cloth at the very tips of his fingers. He extended his arm further down to reach and grab them, success. He pulled them open and raced back to the other still sitting on the middle of the road, thoughts wandering through his lucky-it-wasn't-crushed skull. The greaser raised a brow, and sat right next to him. He kept looking at him, the red sweater dude one was dazed.

"Hey.." The greaser waved a hand in his face."Oi," the waving lead to snapping. Irritated, the greaser took both of his hands and shook the living fuck outta that guy.

"Hey Man!"

"Huh?" He stared at the young greasers arms and scowled at him. He used both of his own arms to get them off. "Don't touch me."

"Whatever." He grabbed the rubbing alcohol and uncapped it, he got a cotton ball and told the stranger to stay still."This might hurt a bit so brace yourself, chief."

He nodded. He moved some of his hair out of his face, then he applied the rubbing alcohol on the deep cut on his forehead.

The stranger winced a bit and twitched a bit. That stuff stings you really bad, can you blame him? He stopped after he was done applying it. "Don't move yet." He then got the cloth kind bandages and wrapped it around his nearly cracked head. He tied it tightly, but not tight enough to prevent blood from flowing. The injured fellow sighed. "Thanks.." He muttered.

"Not a problem chief." He smirked. "Hey man, how'd you end up out here? The middle of the street, all by yourself in the middle of nowhere?"

He tilted his head. "I'm...I don't..know." Ah great. He probably lost some memory by getting his head knock up.

"Hmm." The greaser thought. "Do cannibals ring a bell?"

"What?"

"Sigh. Then you probably don't remember the tragedy."

"Tragedy?" The smaller one asked.

"Cannibals." He started. "This whole world has gone insane. Some scientists wanted to make a cure for some disease, forced a whole state ,or at least the ones with AIDS I think, to inject it into their blood stream, ended up going wrong. Here we are now. But I don't know how the fuck you ended up here."

"Wait, so your telling me. Cannibals are on the loose around here?"

"Not around here. All over the country, maybe even Europe and Hawaii. Not everyone is sure, but we have to keep our guard up. We never know where they could be. Sounds like fiction or a movie right? Well this is no movie, this is reality as we know it now."

"...Alright. Well, uhm, how can I believe such a proposterous thing? The politics would've-"

"That's just it. They DON'T CARE about us. They show up at your house and just take you by force if you resist. You have to work for them now. But no one's sure what for. And I'm sure we all don't want to know."

He was speechless. How? Just how can they leave citizens to live like this? Fighting for they're lives each and everyday for safety. Every day of his live, he looked up to politics, he even wanted to become one as he grew older. Heck, he's not sure what to think about them anymore. Other than backstabbing fiends. The greaser chuckled at the smaller one's reaction. "Surprised?"

"..Yes."

"Have any family out here." The smaller one looked at him.

"I have a brother, mother and father. But, there not around here. At least in this area."

"So you remember that but not how you ended up here?"

"Unfortunately."

"Hmm," The greaser thought once again. And then stood up." Get up chief."

"What-"

"Your coming with me." he walked over to his motorcycle and hopped on.

"Huh? Why should I? I just barely met you and-"

"And I saved your ass from internal bleeding and being eaten, come on."

He scowled deeply but stood up as well. The greaser revved his violet motorcycle and drove forward and stopping beside the stranger. "Whaddaya waitin' for? Get on."

Hesistating, the guy got on and wrapped his arms firmly around the others waist. Once that was done, the stranger spoke. "Do you have at least a helmet?"

"Pfft, helmets are for pussies."

"What-" before finishing, the greaser's motorcycle sped off. The stranger clung onto him tightly to prevent falling off.

"Hey, what's your name? Do you at least remember that?" The greasers asked.

"...Kankri."

"Cronus," The greaser spoke. "Nice ta meet ya Kan."

And Cronus continued to speed off with his motorcycle. Not alone though, oh no. Definitely not alone this time.

This time..he brought a new friend along.