Wow, you actually came back to read. Thanks to the reviews though. I had to update a little earlier than expected because there was a sudden outburst in new fanfictions, and let's be frank, nobody reads stories on the second page. Okay, this may get a bit teary or mushy. Whatever. Some might say I overreact a bit, but it's a story.

DISCLAIMER: I own the gore.

"What life gives us"

The field lay filled with pieces of wood and tilings strewn all across the grass. The wind seemed to have died down to a small zephyr, but the hurricane was still out there, waiting hungrily to devour more.

Chandler could feel his arms. He had been laying there for hours wondering if he was dead, alive, or broken into pieces. He slowly moved his arms up from beneath a wooden plank. He could still move his arms, thank god. He slowly stood up until a painful shock broke through his left leg. He fell forward a bit and then quickly regained his posture. It wasn't broken, he could still move it. Bruised possibly. Something quickly entered his mind. His friends. He picked up a few boards around him and flung them blindly into the other rooms through what used to be the wall.

After several minutes, he reached the first victim.

It was Rachel.

At first, she looked normal. A few bruises and bumps, nothing unusual, until he saw piece of ceramic tiling in the side of her body. The blood dripped slowly from the crevice where a piece of the tiling had gone in. He winced at the sight of his friend hurt. He shook her shoulder.

She stirred.

She was still alive. Thank the lord. She opened her eyes. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him and then slowly got up. Chandler gradually lifted her up, trying not to hurt her more than she already was.

Just then, something erupted out from underneath one of the door boards. It was Ross. He stood up and rubbed his head. He was the first to speak, which startled Chandler in hearing a voice in what seemed like forever.

"Is it over?"

Chandler shook his head. He slowly set Rachel down on a board so that she sat upright. Ross made his way over to her and checked her for injury. He saw the cut she received and he picked up a piece of curtain on the ground and wrapped it around her waist. She winced from the pain as he tightened it a bit, but she looked up at him appreciatively. He smiled.

Chandler continued to pick up boards with Ross, while Rachel sat and watched. It seemed like a dream. Never in a million years would this have happened to them. Their families were probably worried sick. Either that or they didn't know at all and were having a party somewhere and having a dandy time.

The others were slowly uncovered. First Phoebe, then Pete, and then Joey. No major injuries were inflicted, except for Joey who seemed a bit dazed and slurred his speech. Chandler wasn't too worried about that, though. Not too out of the ordinary. Chandler's hopes raised a bit in light that all his friends were alive so far. He continued to dig.

All of a sudden, he felt wet flesh underneath his hand as he picked up another plank of wood. He retreated his hand and found immense amount of blood on his hand. He quickly threw the boards away, until he saw the sight.

"Oh, my god." Chandler mumbled. Ross made his way over to him and looked terrified.

Emily's body was covered in blood. The sky seemed to have become darker and the clouds more ominous. Ross's eyes became foggy. Her eyes were shut and lifeless. He couldn't stand the sight. He covered his eyes and held his head down as he gasped between breaths. He wanted this dream to end. This nightmare to end. It was like a living hell. It was the worst torture he had ever gone through.

Emily was dead. Chandler blindly reached for Ross's shoulder and slowly placed a board back on top of her. He tried to say something, but his throat was so dry. He stuttered.

"I, I, I'm so…" He couldn't complete his sentence. Ross understood, though. He gave a small nod and fell to his knees.

Chandler couldn't bare it. He walked away and left Ross to his mourning. Rachel made her way over to Ross, also seeing the horrifying scene. The others saw and came over and patted him on the back. They slowly walked away to help Chandler uncover the last two people.

After an hour of digging, it began to become a bit dark again. They began to dig a bit faster. Then all of a sudden, Joey called to Pete at the corner of the house. Pete rushed over. Chandler and Phoebe ran over also.

Monica lay still on the ground.

She wasn't too wounded except for a small cut on her upper eye. Pete bent down on the ground and felt her arm. Chandler shivered. Either because of the wind or the horrible series of events that had just overcome him.

There was a pulse.

He stood up and sighed. Everybody else got the message and sighed. She was just knocked out. Pete lifted her body off the ground and placed her on his shoulder. Pete turned to Chandler.

"Hey, Chandler. You think you could carry Monica over to the car?" Chandler nodded. Pete was a lot faster at digging. Pete let her fall off his shoulder a bit and then put her in Chandler's arms. Chandler wavered a bit at the weight that he bore on his shoulders.

He slowly carried her over to the car and struggled to open the handle of the door. At last, the door opened. He placed her in the middle row of seats carefully. Before he could lay her down all the way her eyes opened.

"Pete?"

Chandler was surprised that she was talking. "Uh, no. Chandler." He quickly stated.

"Chandler…" She looked at him for a second. He looked at her and smiled. He gingerly put her head back onto the seat. He stood up right. "Thanks, Chandler."

He just smiled back. No words were needed. He turned around and walked over to Ross who had wrapped two sticks into a cross and placed it in the ground. He had also written something on the board where Emily was buried with a pencil he had found.

Here lies Emily. Death found her in these horrible times. A woman without a child to mother. We will love her forever. She will find peace in heaven away from the hardships of Earth.

March 17, 1970 - April 5, 2003

Ross slowly stood up and wiped his swollen eyes with the back of his hand. He sniffed. He noticed Chandler looking at him.

"H-Hey man." Ross muttered so quietly that Chandler could barely hear him.

"I'm really sorry. It's my fault. If I hadn't have went on vacation…"

"Chandler, it-it's okay…It was meant to happen." Ross shivered a bit. "We can't control what happens, but when it does, we can-can only deal with what life gives us." He sighed and sniffed.

Chandler nodded. "Only with what life gives us."

A/N: Tacky, no? Review if you want me to continue. Get me up to twenty reviews, maybe other people will read this.