When the last bomb exploded, Fun Ghoul had not expected it, but he had been prepared. As the laboratories detonated, he swung his arms around the small lump inside his jacket protectively.
Hitting the floor, he gasped out in pain as his wrist took all of the impact, probably breaking it. But the baby was safe. She was crying and terrified, but she was in one piece.
Getting up on his hands and knees, his broken wrist still holding his daughter to his chest, he spotted Crimson a few feet away, stirring.
"Crimson!" he called over weakly. She propped herself up on one elbow awkwardly, looking at him. Her eyes traveled over to the bulge in her lover's jacket, and they went wide with fear.
"She's fine," Ghoul assured her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. Crimson exhaled in relief, "But I think my wrist's broken,"
Crimson looked worriedly up at him, but he shook her off.
"Hey, I have two hands, right?" his face broke into a smile, and she couldn't help but grin back.
Suddenly Draculoids and killjoys around them began to stir, and Ghoul quickly stood up, pulling out his ray gun. Crimson followed shortly afterwards, offering to hold the baby, but Ghoul waved her off, promising to take care of their daughter. Crimson smiled. She hoped he would be able to.
Party Poison woke up, his head throbbing, and an annoying ringing in his ears. Coughing up a lungful of ash, he brought himself up onto all fours, gagging slightly at the horrific smell of the toxic fumes.
Standing up, he saw Flame laying a couple of meters away. He didn't know whether she was alive or dead, nor did he have any urge to check. That would involve touching her.
Looking around, Poison soon noticed that almost everybody around him was likely dead. Shrapnel wounds littered their skin, the blood of his enemies and friends soaking the sand. He hoped that Jet, Ghoul and Crimson had made it out alive.
He began to walk through the sea of dead bodies, trying not to step on the deceased, but it was impossible. Sometimes it was a hand, others a foot, but either way, he was stepping on a person. Whether they were the enemy or his companions, he didn't look.
Finally, through the clouds of ash, he saw a figure standing, looking around. He began to run towards it. Poison didn't care whether or not it was a killjoy or a Drac, he was just happy that someone beside himself was alive.
As he drew closer to the figure, its form became clearer. Poison could now see curly hair spiraling out of the figure's head. Poison breathed a sigh of relief before sprinting towards the outline.
"Jet Star!" he called as he ran through the ash. The figure turned to look at the running killjoy.
"Poison?" Jet asked as the red haired killjoy stopped in front of him, "Poison, what just happened?"
Party explained everything to Jet, how Flame had turned against them, how he was the one who had to detonate the laboratories. All through his explanation, Jet Star stood in shocked silence. He couldn't believe that Flame, the woman who had saved them all, had turned to BL/ind and almost killed Kobra. It stunned him.
"We need to find Ghoul and Crimson," Poison said once he had finished explaining, "I need to know that they're safe,"
Jet nodded in agreement, and they set off through the sea of the departed, searching for their friends, not knowing whether they would find them dead or alive.