Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! They were great...and thanks again to Kristy. I dont know if you read my new summary of the last chapter, but i reposted that chapter, and changed my 'creators' to 'craters' like they were meant to be! Thanks for that babe, i didnt notice!

This chapter is slightly uneventful, but was neccessary, so bear with me. Oh, and as I'm Australian, i know squat about New York. Never been there in my life, so i hope i got the information right! I think it is, but i could be wrong! If i messed anything up, please forgive me...I dont know anything about the George Washington Bridge (if that is the right bridge) i barely know anything about the Sydney Harbour Bridge hehe!

Anyway, please read and review, and I promise to update soon! Toodles!

I do not own Friends/ characters/ actors, but I would gladly put my life in Matt Perry's hands

The car swerved.

Monica took in a deep breath, glad that it was only swerving. Glad that they hadn't gone over another bump. Glad that they hadn't gone over another body.

She rubbed her engagement ring, trying to take her mind off of what was happening outside. What was happening beyond her closed eyelids.

Eight weeks.

There was eight weeks left until she was to become Mrs. Chandler Bing. Eight weeks until the happiest day of her life, and instead of getting prepared, she was running for her life.

Eight weeks until she was meant to stand up in front of her friends and family, and marry the love of her life. Eight weeks until she was to say those two words 'I do'. Eight weeks until she was meant to walk down the aisle, her father on her arm.

Her father.

Monica hoped he was okay. She hoped her entire family was okay. She wanted Ross to be here, sitting next to her. Protecting her, just as Chandler was doing. She wanted her big brother here to look after her, like he had done so many times in the past. She missed him more then anything, and desperately wanted to know if he was okay.

Phoebe as well. It killed her that they weren't there with them. It didn't seem right.

The six of them were a team. They did everything together. It had always seemed odd when one of them was missing, during something as unimportant as a movie night. Now, they were running for their lives, running from an unseen enemy, and it didn't seem odd anymore. It seemed downright brutal. They weren't meant to be separated. Especially not at a time like this. Especially not when the other two could be dead. Especially not when the remaining four could breathe their last breaths at any moment.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

Monica rubbed her engagement ring once more.

Eight weeks.

She had been looking forward to this day her entire life, and now it had been crudely taken away from her. They wouldn't have the wedding now. Not in eight weeks anyway. Not with what was happening.

Eight weeks.

She wanted it more then anything.

"Jesus," Joey's stricken voice pulled Monica from her thoughts, and she went to open her eyes. She stopped herself just in time. Chandler hadn't said it was okay yet. She was going to wait until he did. She hoped that Rachel would too.

"What? What is it?" Rachel asked tersely. Monica smiled thankfully. Rachel had kept her eyes shut. She had already seen too much. Hell, Monica had already seen too much, and she had seen barely anything.

"We're at the George Washington Bridge," Chandler told the girls, his voice edgy.

"Is…is it still there?" Monica asked timidly after a beat. Her building had fallen down so there was a chance that the bridge had too. After all, if these…beings were hell bent on destroying New York, like Monica believed they were, the bridge would be one of the first things to go. So many people drove over it each day. That was a hell of a lot of people to be killed. Monica shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah, it's still there…but there are cars everywhere," Chandler explained.

"Moving cars?" Rachel asked hopefully. There was another pause.

"No," Joey answered curtly. Monica bit her lip. This was horrible.

"Will…will we be able to get through?" she whispered.

"I-I think so…we can weave through the cars," Chandler said quietly. "And we can always get out and walk."

"Walk? The bridge is like…I dunno, four miles?" Joey exclaimed. "That's a long way to walk."

"Well, I will probably be able to get over most of the bridge, maybe even all of it. But yeah, we might have to walk towards the end of it. But that will only be, like, one mile at the most," Chandler countered. "That isn't as far. And it's better then just sitting on an empty bridge, stuck there."

"Yeah," Monica agreed.

"Okay," Rachel said meekly. "Good thing I wore my walking shoes then."

"Least one of us did," Monica murmured, pulling at her strappy sandals.

"I'll carry you if I have to," Chandler offered. A small smile graced Monica's dirty face.

"Thanks sweetie," she whispered.

"Don't mention it."

There was another silence, each person caught up in their own thoughts. Monica was glad that they weren't going as fast anymore. She didn't like the thought of Chandler driving a car that fast, almost as much as she didn't like the thought of that thing following them. Thankfully, the thing had stopped following them a while back, and Chandler had slowed the car down slightly. They were still swerving quite a bit, and Monica knew the destruction must have been almost total. Neither of the boys had commented on seeing any survivors, and Monica wondered if they were the only ones left alive in New York. It seemed that way, although she knew that was impossible. There were a hell of a lot of people in New York. The thought of them all being dead was impossible.

But then, she had never thought this was possible either.

Maybe they were the only ones left alive in New York. In the state. In America. Hell, in the world. Monica shook her head at the thought, trying to banish it from her mind. That hadn't happened. There were others. Not everyone had died. Hopefully, for the world's sake, the attack had happened only in New York. Hopefully the rest of the world were sitting in front of their TV's, watching the destruction on the news, not living through it themselves. It was beneficial for the world if she thought that way. New York had only been attacked. No one else. Monica had to keep believing that.

But that seemed improbable. If someone, something was attacking them, they wouldn't just attack New York. It would be one of the first places to attack, yes; the large number of people would seem like a buffet to whatever was doing this. But after attacking New York, they would move on. Monica hated to think like that, but she knew that there was some truth in it. If they were aliens, like Chandler had suggested, then they wouldn't come all the way across the galaxy just to attack one city. If they had come from a distant world, they had come for a reason. And their horrific attack on the city didn't lead Monica to believe they had come in peace. They had come to destroy.

Monica had seen Independence Day. She had seen the destruction in it. And even though it was just a movie, she had a feeling that the same thing was happening here. They had come to destroy them. And Monica didn't think that uploading a virus was going to get rid of them. It had worked in the movie, but she had a feeling that they needed something more.

Christ, here she was talking about alien invasions. The impossible really had happened. She didn't even know if they were aliens. She had always believed that there was some other form of life out there – if not then it was an awful waste of space – but she had never thought that they would come here. Come and destroy Earth. But, like she had said, she didn't even know if they were aliens. Chandler had speculated, but none of them had seen anything, except for the light in the dust that he fiancé had talked about. That could have been anything.

But a voice in her head said that it was aliens. She didn't want it to be true, but she had a feeling it was.

She hated that feeling.

"At least we won't have to pay at the toll booth," Chandler joked weakly, and Monica was once more pulled from her thoughts.

"Yeah…I guess that something good has come from all of this," Monica whispered as the car swerved again.

"Are we on the bridge yet?" Rachel asked softly.

"Just got on it then," Chandler answered in a quiet voice. "Expect a lot of swerving…and some…more bumps."

"I-Is it really bad?" Monica questioned after a beat, although she wasn't sure why she had asked. She knew what the answer would be.

"Yeah," Joey murmured. "Yeah, it's pretty bad."

"So we can't open our eyes yet?" Rachel said after another beat.

"Nope, you keep them closed until we say so…I don't want you guys to see this," Chandler insisted, and Monica could tell by his voice just how bad it actually was. He was panicked. He was upset. No, he was more than upset. He was shattered. But Monica knew he was holding it together, for her and Rachel. And Joey perhaps. Joey was pretty strong, but Monica had a feeling that if one of the boys cracked, the other one wouldn't be far behind. She was glad they were holding it together. Otherwise their little band of escapees would be screwed.

"How is your shoulder honey?" Monica asked after another silence.

"It's okay. I can barely feel it," Chandler answered, but Monica knew he was lying. She could hear by the strain in his voice that he was in pain.

"Okay, but I'm going to have a look when we stop," she informed her fiancé.

"Mon-"

"This isn't really the time to be arguing about something like this sweetie." Monica insisted, using her firm voice. "I'm going to have a look," Chandler sighed, but relented.

"Fine," he murmured. "But it really is okay."

"Yeah, sure it is," Joey muttered.

"It looks worse then it is!" Chandler exclaimed as the car swerved.

"Whatever you say man."

The car went over another bump and Monica heard Rachel take in a deep breath. She wished she could see her best friend. She wished she could see Joey. She wished she could see the love of her life. But she wasn't going to. Not at this point in time. She wanted to, but she wasn't going to.

"A-Anybody hungry?" Rachel asked, her voice trembling.

"I don't think I will be able to eat for a long time," Monica said honestly.

"Same here," Chandler muttered.

"Yeah," Joey agreed. Rachel sighed.

"Yeah, I feel the same way…what about a drink? Is anybody thirsty? Please be thirsty," she pleaded. "It gives me something to do!"

"I am," Monica said softly after a beat. She wasn't really, but it did give her something to do. And it gave Rachel something to do. Monica felt something press against her arm and she moved it, taking the bottle of water in her hand. "Thanks Rach."

"Don't mention it," Rachel murmured. "Chandler? Joey?"

"No thanks," the boys said in unison. Monica heard Rachel slam her back into the seat, sighing once more. She was getting restless, Monica realised as she took a sip of water. Monica knew the feeling; she was getting pretty antsy herself. They had been in the car for what seemed like an eternity, although she knew it had only been around an hour. Maybe more, maybe less. She wasn't wearing her watch. Not that it would have mattered, seeing she couldn't open her eyes to look at it.

"How far along are we?" Rachel asked after yet another silence. Monica could hear her best friend drumming her hands on her legs, mixing in with the air rushing through the broken window. It was deathly silent outside, which made the situation all the more eerie and serious. New York was never quiet. It was the city that never sleeps. Yet, despite a few birds flying by, the water below and a couple of crashes in the distance – buildings falling, Monica realised in horror – there was nothing. No traffic noises. No angry drivers yelling at one another. Nothing.

The car swerved. Swerve, bump. Swerve, bump. It seemed like a ritual of some kind.

"We're getting close to the end," Joey replied after a long pause, and Monica could tell by his voice that there was something wrong.

"What's wrong?" Rachel questioned. Apparently Monica hadn't been the only one that noticed the change in Joey's voice.

"There are a lot of cars up ahead," Chandler explained after a painful beat.

"How many?" Monica whispered.

"Too many."

"Are we going to have to walk?" Rachel asked softly.

"It looks like it," Joey answered.

"Yippee," Monica said sarcastically. Chandler let out a hollow laugh.

"You're always saying you need the exercise babe," he joked, although his voice was heavy with pain.

"Good point," Monica muttered, taking another sip of water. She felt for the bag and slipped the bottle back in.

Swerve, bump. Swerve, bump. Swerve, bump.

Monica started to wonder if she should have counted the bumps. Counted how many bodies they had…come across. She knew that she would have lost count quickly. And it would have made this situation all the most horrific. At least she could almost pretend that there weren't that many bodies out there. The deathly silence contradicted her imaginary situation though. She knew it wasn't true. She knew that everyone was dead.

Swerve, bump. Swerve, bump.

The car pulled to a stop and Monica sighed.

"Time to walk?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Chandler answered. "It's not really that far though. Less then a mile, I think. And we can walk on the sidewalk. Saves us climbing over the cars."

"Okay," Rachel murmured. Monica heard the two front doors open and knew that the boys were getting out. She took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. It opened before she could find it and she felt hands grabbing her.

"I got you Mon," Chandler said softly, taking her hand. Monica smiled despite the situation. She had missed his touch, even if it had only been absent for a short amount of time. "Rach? You-"

"I got the bag," Rachel interrupted, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Just making sure," Chandler told her.

"We good?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, we're good," Monica replied, squeezing Chandler's hand. He squeezed back, and they started to walk. "Rach? Joey?"

"They're on my side babe," Chandler informed her. Monica let out a small sigh and nodded.

"Okay."

The foursome walked in silence, hand in hand for quite a while, Chandler helping Monica over anything that got in her way. Monica knew they were bodies, but she didn't comment. She didn't want to bring it up. She couldn't imagine what the boys were seeing; couldn't imagine what some of the bodies must have looked like.

"We're going to have to climb," Chandler broke the silence. "There's a nice big car wall."

"Goodie," Rachel said derisively.

"Joe, you and Rach go first," Chandler instructed.

"Okay," Joey said softly. "I got you Rach."

Monica stood, hand in hand with her fiancé, with the love of her life, listening to Joey helping Rachel over the cars. She tightened her grip on Chandler's hand and leaned in to his body. What she wouldn't give to be home at that moment. Not that she had a home anymore. Monica took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened the fall. They didn't have a home. They were homeless, and their two friends - her brother- were missing.

"Okay, our turn Mon," Chandler whispered in her ear. "Keep your eyes closed, I got you."

"Okay," Monica said softly. They moved forward and she waited as Chandler climbed up onto the car, releasing her hand briefly. She missed his touch, but thankfully his hands returned within seconds; this time around her waist. Chandler effortlessly lifted her up, placing her carefully on top of the bonnet. He kept his left arm around her waist, and took her hand with his right.

"Alright, step forward, I got you," he murmured. "It will be a bit like dancing."

"But you can't dance," Monica said softly as they slowly walked forward.

"I can try," Chandler said and Monica could hear the smile in his voice. She smiled back, silently counting the steps they had taken. 5, 6, 7, 8, 9-

"How many cars are here?" she asked in both amazement and horror.

"…It's a big car wall," Chandler answered softly. "We're nearly at the end though."

"Okay." Monica took in a deep breath, her feet slipping slightly on the car. Chandler tightened his grip. "Hell of a day to wear sandals, huh?"

"I like them," Chandler informed her. Monica smiled again, but her smile was short lived as her foot slipped again. This time though, Chandler slipped as well and they both went tumbling to the ground. On impulse, Monica threw out her arms to soften her fall, and her eyes flew open.

She hit the road with a groan, the air whooshing out of her body. But she wasn't worried about her lack of breath. Instead, she stared in horror at the corpse in front of her.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, taking in the broken body. Blood was everywhere, and the woman was staring back at her blankly, her eyes wide with terror. "O-Oh my…"

Hands grabbed Monica, pulling her up from the ground.

"It's okay sweetie," Chandler soothed in her ear, hugging her tight. "It's okay."

"How can it be okay Chandler?" Monica whispered, still staring at the woman. "She's dead! They all are! How can it be okay? Everybody is dead!"

"We aren't," Rachel murmured, kneeling down next to her, with Joey in tow. Monica tore her eyes away from the woman and looked at her best friend, dismayed to find her eyes open. "We're alive Mon."

"I-I know," Monica said after a beat, turning away from Rachel's stricken face. She buried her face into Chandler's neck, breathing in her scent. It had always comforted her before, and today was no exception. She immediately felt herself calming as much as she could. "D-Do you think everybody is dead?" she whispered, her voice hitching slightly. Chandler hugged her tighter, pressing his lips in her hair.

"I don't know sweetie," he said honestly. "I hope not."

Monica nodded tearfully.

"W-We should keep moving," she said after a moment, pulling away. Chandler nodded and stood up, offering her his hand. Monica took it and slowly stood, wiping at the tears that threatened to fall.

"You okay?" Joey asked. Monica glanced at him and shook her head.

"No…but are you? Are any of us?" she whispered. Joey smiled grimly.

"Good point."

"But we have to be," Monica said softly, squeezing Chandler's hand. He nodded once more, taking Rachel's hand in his own. He glanced down at Monica, smiling slightly.

"Let's keep moving."