Hi! I've reposted my first 'official' chapter because, thankfully, Kristy darling pointed out a silly little mistake that i made...like 5 times! so, 'creator' has now become 'crater' which is what it was meant to say! Thanks babe, for pointing that out, i would never have noticed! Stupid word not picking it up! So, please read and review and enjoy!

I do not own Friends/actors/ characters, but I love Chandler!

"What?"

Monica stared at Chandler in shock, not understanding what he was saying. Not wanting to understand. Something wasn't right with him. Something was happening. And it wasn't good.

"They're here? Who's here?" she asked urgently. Chandler shook his head, grabbing Monica's hand and pulling her towards the door. "Chandler! Stop! What is going on?"

"We're leaving. Now. We have to go."

"What? Chandler, we can't go!" Monica exclaimed, trying to pull her hand away.

"We have to!" Chandler shrieked, turning to face her. Monica shrunk back at his sudden change of emotion, pulling her hand away. She stared at his face in horror. His skin had gone pure white, he was trembling without mercy and his eyes were wide with fear. She had never seen him look like that before. It terrified her. Something was wrong with him. Something had happened.

"Chandler…talk to me," she whispered, her lip trembling.

"There isn't enough time Mon," he urged, grabbing her hand once more. Monica shook her head.

"No! Talk to me! Tell me what is going on! Tell me what is happening!" she cried, feeling tears well in her eyes. He was scaring her.

"We have to go Mon!" Chandler exclaimed, his voice high and urgent. He pulled her towards the door once more, but Monica resisted.

"Who are 'they' Chandler? Tell me!" Monica pleaded. Chandler stared at her for a moment, and then let out a sigh.

"I-I don't know," he admitted finally. "But they are killing everyone."

"W-What?" Monica whimpered. Chandler sighed again.

"We have to go. Now. I don't know who they are, but I know we can't stay here. We have to go Mon!"

"B-But…we should pack-"

"We don't have time for that Monica, we have to go now!" Chandler insisted. Monica nodded, shell-shocked by what he had just told her.

"O-Okay," she whispered. "But…at least let me grab some food or something."

"Okay," Chandler said after a moment, glancing towards the window. "Hurry."

Monica rushed over to the fridge and pulled out whatever she could; a few bottles of water, some apples, anything that was light and essential. She grabbed a bag and piled the items in, then quickly made her way back over to Chandler. He took the bag and slung it over his shoulder, wincing as it touched his injury. Monica reached to take it away, but Chandler shook his head, stopping her.

"Okay babe," he murmured, grabbing her hand and pulling her out the door.

"Wait, what about the others?" Monica exclaimed. Chandler nodded, walking to the door of Apartment 19.

"I was getting to that," he informed her as he opened the door. "Joey? Joey, you here?"

"Hey man, what's up?" Joey asked, walking out of him bedroom. "What happened to you? Are you okay? You're bleeding!" Chandler walked over and grabbed his arm. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"We have to go; we have to get out of New York. We aren't safe here, they're killing everyone," Chandler explained quickly. To Monica's surprise, Joey didn't ask any questions. Instead he stared at Chandler for a second, and then nodded.

"O-Okay Chan, whatever you say," he said softly. Chandler smiled grimly, and then headed towards the door, pulling Monica along with him. Joey followed behind, shutting the door behind him.

"Where is Rach? And Ross and Pheebs?" Chandler asked as they rushed down the stairs.

"I-I think they were at Central Perk," Monica answered, her voice hitching slightly. She was having trouble keeping up with Chandler, and was thankful that he was holding onto her. She was sure that she would have fallen behind otherwise. Not that Chandler would have left her.

"We have to tell them what is happening," Chandler muttered.

"What is happening?" Joey asked finally, grabbing onto Monica's other hand. She smiled at him gratefully.

"I don't know…we're being attacked, everyone is dead," Chandler answered shortly. "We just have to get out of New York, I know that much."

"Why?"

"I don't know why Joey, we just have to," Chandler exclaimed, sounding flustered. "Y-You didn't see, we have to get out of here!"

"Is it the terrorists?" Monica whispered as they reached the door. Chandler paused, turning to face her.

"I don't think so…" he trailed off, glancing out the door. Monica and Joey followed his gaze and saw nothing but dust. "It's really bad out there…Mon, you just keep a hold of my hand and…keep your eyes closed okay sweetie? Joey and I will take care of you."

"O-Okay," Monica said softly. She trusted Chandler, more then anything in the world. And if he didn't want her to see something, she was sure that she didn't want to see either. Chandler smiled a shaky smile at her.

"Okay, we have to be really fast and really careful…close your eyes babe." Monica did as he asked, sure that the two boys were having a silent conversation over her head. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what they were 'discussing'.

"Alright," Joey murmured, grabbing Monica's hand once more. "Okay, here we go."

Monica tightened her grip on the boy's hands, her heart pounding in her chest as they ran through the door. The air hit her, and she suppressed a cry. It was hot, it was dusty and it reeked of…something Monica had never smelt before. She suddenly realised what the smell was and nearly vomited. Blood. Decay. She was smelling death and destruction.

"Oh my god." Monica heard Joey's moan, low and pained, but she didn't open her eyes. She didn't want to see. She just kept running. "How…what…I-"

"I know," Chandler whispered, so low that Monica could barely hear him. She stumbled over something, something that was still warm. A body. She let out a sob, and felt Chandler squeeze her hand. "It's okay…we're here."

Monica felt Chandler push into something and she sensed that they were indoors.

"Oh my God!" Monica's eyes flew open at Rachel's voice, and she almost started crying. She had been worried that her best friend was dead, but here she was, rushing towards them, dust covering her body.

"Rach!" Monica whimpered, pulling her friend into her arms. Rachel let out a cry, and buried her face into her best friend's neck.

"Are you okay?" Chandler asked worriedly as he wrapped his arms around the two; Joey following suite.

"I-I think so," Rachel stammered after a moment, pulling away. She glanced at Chandler, letting out a gasp. "Oh, sweetie, your shoulder!"

"It's fine," Chandler said quickly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay…just freaked out. What the hell is going on?" Rachel questioned, glancing from Joey to Monica, then letting her gaze fall on Chandler once more. He shook his head.

"We're under attack…but it's gonna be okay Rach. We just have to get out of New York, that's all," he said softly. Rachel nodded, her chin trembling.

"O-Okay," she whispered.

"Where are Ross and Phoebe?" Monica asked, glancing around the coffee house. It was completely empty; not even Gunther was there. She glanced behind her and saw that the windows had shattered. Thankfully she could only see dust once more. She couldn't see what she knew was there.

"T-They were here, but then they left…that was minutes before…before everything started to happen. I don't know where they are, I was hoping they would come back!" she cried, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I'm sure they're fine," Joey reassured her, but he wasn't sure if he believed it. Rachel nodded.

"We all rushed outside…trying to see what was going on and…and people just started dropping…I was holding onto Gunther and he just…one minute I had him, the next he was on the ground. He was…he was dead, and…everyone was dead. I made it back in here somehow, and I hid behind the counter…I was too scared to go back outside." Her voice was a mere whisper by the time she finished. Joey hugged her close.

"We have to go…I don't think we have much time," Chandler said softly, glancing out the window.

"What about Ross and Phoebe?" Joey asked. Chandler shook his head.

"W-We have to go," he said in a strained voice. Monica let out a sob. "I'm sure they're okay. They will be okay. They can look after themselves."

"I know," she whispered. "But I-I…"

"I know babe, I know," Chandler murmured. "But I'm sure they will be okay."

"We have to get out of here," Rachel agreed, although the decision was eating her up inside. She didn't want to leave her two friends out there, but they had no choice.

"Yeah," Monica said softly. The ground shook suddenly, and they all glanced out the window.

"What the hell was that?" Joey muttered. Chandler shook his head again.

"I have no idea," he whispered.

"Let's go," Monica said after a moment. "You're right. We have to get out of here. They'll be fine. I'm sure of it."

"Yeah," Chandler agreed. "And besides, if they do get in trouble, they can just play their music. I'm sure that a verse of 'Smelly Cat' would scare away any would be attackers." Everyone laughed, although it was forced. They were all terrified for their friends; terrified for each other.

"How are we going to get out of New York?" Rachel asked softly.

"Car," Chandler answered automatically. "We find a car and we drive…fast and carefully."

"What if there is a traffic jam on the bridge?" Monica whispered. Chandler smirked.

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it," he muttered. Monica smiled and nodded, taking Chandler's hand once more.

"Okay," she said quietly. "Let's go."

"Rach, take my hand, and I want you to close your eyes," Chandler instructed.

"I-I've already seen-"

"I know, but you don't need to see again," he whispered, cutting her off. Rachel nodded, slipping her hand into his. Joey took Monica's hand once more, and both girls closed their eyes. "Okay, good…let's go."

"You know, this in control, leader type thing that you are doing is pretty sexy," Monica said to Chandler as they walked outside, trying to lighten the mood. She heard him let out a short laugh, although it was hollow.

"I'll have to remember that for later," he muttered.

"Keep it up and I might even jump you," Rachel joked, her voice tense. She tightened her grip on Chandler's hand, taking in a deep breath. The smell was horrendous.

"It gets better and better," Chandler said as playfully as possible, glancing through the dust. He didn't want to see but he knew he had to. He had to look out for cars – ones that weren't destroyed – and any bodies that they might step on. Better he look then the girls. He swallowed harshly, seeing Gunther's body. He hadn't been close to the guy, but it still sickened him, the thought of someone he knew lying dead on the ground. He prayed that they wouldn't stumble across either Ross or Phoebe's body. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle that, and knew for sure that the girls wouldn't. He glanced at Joey, who was staring at Gunther as well, a pained look on his face.

"Why did we stop?" Monica asked softly. Joey jumped slightly, giving Chandler a guilty glance.

"No reason…just looking around," Chandler lied, squeezing both the girls hands reassuringly. Monica nodded and thankfully didn't open her eyes.

"A-Any cars?" Rachel questioned after a moment, holding her breath as Chandler helped her step over something. She knew what she was stepping over and it made her want to vomit.

"There are a lot of destroyed cars, no undestroyed cars yet," Joey murmured. Rachel nodded, leaning into Chandler slightly. She felt him tense up and realised that she had brushed against his shoulder.

"Sorry," she apologised.

"It's okay," Chandler reassured her. "It doesn't hurt that bad."

"How…how did you hurt it?" she whispered.

"I don't remember…I think something hit me…there was so much going on, and I just saw everyone dying…I was more concerned with getting to Mon; getting to all of you guys then I was with myself. I just kept running," he explained, his voice tight with emotion. "I-I had to get to you guys. Had to know if you were all okay." Rachel nodded again, biting her lip to stop from crying. His voice was so pained; it was obvious that he had seen a lot more then she had. He had seen more people die; he had nearly been killed himself. The wound on his shoulder could have easily been fatal. Rachel knew that Chandler was being strong for them, but deep down he was ready to crack. They all were.

"It's okay sweetie," Monica said softly. Chandler took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Yeah," he murmured. There was a short silence, no one sure what to say. What could they say that would make this situation better? They were walking, hand in hand, through dust and debris, stepping over bodies of people they didn't know, and some that they had possibly met before. Their two other friends were missing; possibly hurt or worse, and there was the undeniable fear that the worst was yet to come.

"Chan, what about that one?" Joey's soft voice broke the silence.

"It…it looks okay. I think it is undamaged," Chandler answered after a moment. Rachel resisted the urge to open her eyes, knowing that it would not be a good idea.

"Yeah, okay…we'll check it out," Joey said firmly.

"What if there is no key in the car?" Monica asked, the thought suddenly occurring to her.

"Phoebe…taught me how to hotwire a car," Joey said after a moment.

"Really? How did she know how to do that?" Rachel said in surprise.

"It's Phoebe…she's done a lot of things we don't know about," Chandler answered, laughing slightly. "You know how to hotwire a car?"

"Yeah…she taught me when I went to Las Vegas…just in case, you know, I lost the keys or something," Joey explained, his voice sombre.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Monica said dryly, trying to keep her mind off of the situation at hand. It was hard, but she was doing as well as she could. The smell and the heavy air was a constant reminder of the situation though.

"It looks okay," Chandler said after a moment. Monica realised that they must have been close to the car, and she wanted to open her eyes. But she didn't.

"Yeah," Joey agreed.

"What type of car is it?" Rachel questioned. There was a short pause.

"Does it really matter?" Monica hissed. Rachel shrugged.

"Well, no…I'm not even sure why I asked," she muttered, feeling self conscious all of a sudden. It wasn't the first time she had said something ridiculous, but she felt more embarrassed then usual. Most likely because of the time she had chosen to say it.

"Yeah, we'll take this one," Chandler decided after a moment, nodding to himself. He released Monica's hand and tried the door. It was unsurprisingly locked. "Damnit," he muttered.

"Locked?" Monica asked, clinging to Joey with both hands.

"Yeah…" Chandler answered, glancing around for something to open it with.

"Who has the biggest boobs?" Joey questioned suddenly. Rachel sighed.

"Joey, we aren't doing this again," she muttered.

"It worked last time!" Joey exclaimed. Rachel shook her head, tightening her grip on Chandler's hand.

"Yeah, well, we don't want the girls running around unsupported," Chandler murmured, more to himself then the others. He released his hold on Rachel's hand, and took the bag off his shoulders, handing it to her. Rachel briefly wondered what he was giving her, then understood. "I'm gonna break it."

"With what?" Monica asked worriedly. Chandler didn't answer. Instead, he lifted his arm up and threw his elbow at the window. It shattered and Chandler felt a touch of satisfaction, and more then a touch of pain.

"Ow," Joey sympathised. "I bet that hurt."

"Yeah, just a bit," Chandler admitted, wincing slightly as he unlocked both the front and back door.

"You okay?" Rachel asked worriedly. Chandler opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a huge explosion.

"What the hell?" Monica gasped, turning towards the noise. She didn't open her eyes though. She was sure that she wouldn't like what she would see.

"Get in the car," Chandler yelled, his voice tight with panic. "Now!"

Rachel let out a gasp, feeling Chandler push her forwards. She scrambled for the door handle, opening it with difficulty.

"What's going on?" she whispered, sliding inside; holding the bag close. Joey helped Monica get quickly inside and slammed the door shut. They all jumped as there was another explosion; this one closer and longer then the last. Joey and Chandler both stared up at the source of the noise, their eyes wide with fear and amazement.

"Holy hell," Joey breathed, watching the destruction in front of them. Their apartment building was crumbling to the ground, pieces of brick falling to the street below. The two boys watched as their home was destroyed, unable to do anything but.

"W-Why is it falling?" Chandler whispered. "What caused it?" Joey shook his head, his mouth open in shock. They stood, rooted to the ground, unable to do anything but stare; watch as their home became nothing more then rubble. There was a flash and suddenly another building was falling, this one closer then theirs. The girls let out a terrified shriek from inside the car, causing Chandler to jump into action. They had to get out of there. He grabbed Joey's arm and pulled him back.

"Come on Joe!" he yelled. Joey nodded, and they both ran towards the car; Chandler to the drivers side, Joey to the passengers.

"W-What's happening?" Monica whimpered, clinging onto Rachel for dear life. Neither of them had opened their eyes, too scared of what they might find.

"We're getting out of here, that's what's happening!" Chandler exclaimed, glancing around desperately for the keys. "Shit!" he shrieked, banging his hands against the wheel. "Joey, there's no keys!"

"I got it!" Joey leaned over, getting to work on hotwiring the car. Chandler glanced back at the girls, his gaze lingering on Monica. He couldn't let either of them die, but especially not Monica. He loved her too much. He was going to get her out of there. He was going to get them all out of there.

"You guys okay?" he asked, jumping at another explosion. They seemed to be getting closer and closer each time.

"Just peachy," Rachel answered sarcastically. Chandler smirked, despite himself.

"Just keep your eyes closed, it's gonna be okay," he insisted. Both girls nodded, their grips on one another tightening. Chandler turned back around, just in time to see the ground in front of them explode in a flash of light.

"Shit!" Joey yelled, ducking down further.

"Hurry up Joe," Chandler urged, staring at the hole in front of them. Something had caused that. "I-I think something is shooting at us! Hurry!"

"I'm hurrying!" Joey exclaimed.

"Well, hurry faster!" Chandler couldn't see what was shooting at them, but guessed that it was the same thing that had killed everyone. The same thing that had knocked down their home.

"Just give me a mo…ah!" The car jumped to life, causing a collective sigh of relief from inside. Chandler yanked it into reverse and pushed his foot down; completely down. The car shot back, just as there was another flash of light. Joey and Chandler stared at the road for a second; stared at the huge crater where they had just been.

"Close one," Joey remarked.

"Yep." Chandler spun the wheel and quickly ended up the opposite way to what they had been seconds earlier. He changed gears, taking his foot off the accelerator for a moment. "I know this is going to sound cliché, but hang on!" he yelled, and pressed his foot down once more. The girls took his advice and let go of one another, choosing instead to cling to the sides of the car.

"Eyes closed?" Chandler asked tightly, dodging the debris and cars on the road. He attempted to dodge the bodies, but found that there was just too many.

"Yeah," Monica called out, her voice shaky. She could feel the car going over bumps, and knew what those bumps were.

"Good."

"Oh god," Rachel moaned as they went over yet another bump. Apparently, she knew what they were as well, Monica thought, her stomach rolling.

"Chan!" Joey yelled, pointing frantically at a newly created crater.

"I see it Joey!" Chandler yelled back, swerving frantically to the right.

"I was just making sure jackass!" Joey exclaimed, fighting the strange urge to giggle. Adrenaline does odd things to a person. It can make someone angry, it can make them strong, it can make them crazy. Joey seemed to fall into the latter categories.

"Yeah, and I was busy seeing it jackass!" Chandler mocked, a crazed smile covering his face. Joey was glad he wasn't alone in his crazy adrenaline rush. Although he was happy that the girls had their eyes shut. He hated to imagine what they would think if they saw their two savours, grinning like mad men.

"I'm glad you two are having fun swapping barbs, but are you remembering to keep your attention on the road?" Rachel shouted as another explosion went off; another piece of road bursting into a million pieces.

"What do you think we were swapping barbs about Rach?" Chandler asked, laughing slightly. He wasn't sure why he was laughing; perhaps it was because he knew that if he didn't, he would end up crying. They went over another bump and he sobered slightly. "Yes, I'm paying attention…you guys keeping your eyes shut?"

"Yes," Monica answered, her voice strained. "You okay sweetie?"

"I'm fine," Chandler said as he yanked the wheel quickly, avoiding a new crater by mere centre metres.

"Holy shit!" Joey exclaimed, grabbing Chandler's leg. Chandler didn't bother brushing it off. He couldn't take his hands off the wheel; they could die if he did.

"What's shooting at us?" Rachel hissed, hearing yet another explosion to the right of them.

"I don't know Rach!" Chandler replied, his knuckles turning white from his death grip on the wheel. "It's like something out of Star Trek!"

"Star Trek!" Rachel shrieked in horror. "Star Trek! You mean, like aliens?"

Chandler glanced quickly in the review mirror, trying to get a glimpse at what was attacking them. All he could see was dust and debris. No. Wait, he could see something else. A light, high up in the sky. Higher then any street light, or apartment, but lower then a plane. He raised his eye brows, moving his gaze back to the road.

"It's possible," he answered, his voice sounding high and unnatural to him.

"What do you mean 'it's possible'?" Rachel exclaimed. Chandler shrugged, then realised that she couldn't see him.

"Well… I don't know! It isn't a terrorist attack, it definitely isn't an Earthquake…aliens seem probable to me at the moment!" he said, grimacing as they went over another bump.

"Aliens aren't real! It can't be aliens! That isn't possible!" Rachel insisted.

"I don't know Rach! All I know is that I watched dozens of people drop dead in front of me, and that something, some light in the dust, is shooting at us! And, oh, it blew up our building! I didn't think any of that was possible, but that damn light in the sky proved me wrong! At this moment in time, I think anything is possible!" Chandler exclaimed, feeling Joey's hand tighten on his thigh. He glanced at his best friend, and saw the Italian staring back at him, an unidentifiable look on his face.

"Our apartment is gone?" Monica whispered after a beat. Chandler grimaced once more. He wasn't meant to have told them that.

"Yeah…that big explosion before we got in the car…that was our building collapsing," he said softly.

"Oh my god," Rachel murmured, grabbing Monica's hand.

"Yeah…I'm sorry, I wasn't meant to tell you that…I'm sorry," Chandler said in a quiet voice, tears springing to his eyes as their loss suddenly hit him. "Oh my god, all our stuff! The chick and the duck-"

"It's okay Chandler," Joey cut him off, patting his leg.

"At least we are alive," Monica added, although Chandler could hear the tears in her voice. Chandler nodded, swerving once more; around a car this time, not a newly created crater. In fact, there hadn't been any explosions for over a minute. He glanced in the review mirror, and then breathed a sigh of relief. The light was gone.

"I-I think…I think it's stopped chasing us," he said after a moment.

"Are you sure?" Rachel asked apprehensively. Chandler shrugged.

"I don't know…it's been a while since the last little crater," he muttered.

"Crater?" Rachel exclaimed, a frown covering her face. "What do you mean 'crater'?"

"Well…that's kinda what all those explosions have been," Joey explained. "The…shots hitting the road. They've been creating little craters."

"Shit," Monica whispered. Chandler sighed again, although this time it wasn't in relief. He was glancing out the shattered window, glancing at the destruction. The majority of the buildings that had once stood there had now fallen to the ground. He shook his head, feeling tears well in his eyes once more. He wasn't going to cry though. He knew that if he started, he would never stop. And he had to be strong. Had to be strong for the girls. He glanced up at the road ahead.

"I-I think we are nearly at the bridge," he murmured. "Once we get there, it's gonna be okay…We are going to be fine."

"Are you sure about that?" Rachel whispered. Chandler sighed once more.

"I have to be sure Rach. Otherwise…" he trailed off, not having to finish the sentence. Everyone else understood what he was saying. Joey nodded, patting Chandler's leg once more.

"We are going to be okay," he agreed. "We are going to find Ross and Pheebs, and we are going to be okay. Is that clear?" The girls nodded.

"Yeah," Monica murmured. "Yeah, that's clear." Chandler smiled, gripping the wheel firmly.

"We're going to be fine," he whispered. "We are going to be just fine."