"Riots and looting becomes prominent all over the world, with rape and murder happening in all corners of this fine majestic earth, we need Jesus, Our Savior Jesus! He will come down from heaven and swoop-" Lincoln turned the radio off, what was his favourite radio station had turned into an evangelical wire of false hope.

"Why did you turn that off? you know I have a thing about cult leaders," Lily joked. The end of the world felt light, maybe the shoulders were too buffed for a mere end.

"Oh yeah, who the hell are you, Emma Hill?"

"Hey, Emma Hill was a great villain alright, Valorie Curry did a pretty good job," Lily punched his arm. The night was getting darker and the street lights were non-existent. All that shined were the car light and the falling rock.

"I love that series,"

"Same, especially that scene where they killed a bunch of people in red shirts,"

"Yeah, that was-" The car banged and blood spilt on the windscreen. Both were in shock, what did they hit?

"Stay inside," Lincoln told Lily as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Lily said, opening the dashboard, searching for something.

"Coward,"

"It's called being smart,"

Lincoln got out and he slowly stepped closer to the front of the car. He saw a man, in bloodied clothes, and his body looks mangled. "OH shit, are you alright sir?" He knelt by his side. The man still had a pulse, and he was breathing. "Lily help! We got a man here!" Lincoln smacked on the hood.

"What the fuck? You blind old man, why did you hit a man with my car?" Lily scolded Lincoln. "It's fine, everything is fine, we just have to bury him... right there, by the trees,"

"Are you out of your mind? He's alive,"

The man coughed. His hand motioned at Lincoln to get closer. He did, pushing his ear at the dying man he wanted to listen to what the man wanted. Instead, the man bit his ear hard. Causing it to bleed. "Ouch you crazy bastard!" Lily, in the moment of 'extreme' stress, grabbed the thing in his dashboard and blew the man's brain open. A shiny revolver was what ended him. "You asshole, you could've shot me!"

"But I didn't right!"

"But you could've!"

Then the two got back in the car. Lincoln, covered in dead man's blood, sat.

"You should change,"

"Called it,"

Lily opened the boot via the button beside the handbrake, and told Lincoln, "My ex left some clothes, get changed,"

"Thanks,"

It wasn't 'some' clothes, it was a whole wardrobe. Surprisingly, they all fit. He found the clothes that he liked the most, a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, or in the words of Lola Loud, "Unemployment Blues," He got back in and Lily said.

"You still smell like a dead body, you know that right?"

"Yup, got a problem?"

"Nope,"

Lincoln thought that she would reverse a little, to avoid running over the dead body, but she didn't. He could hear the dead guy's bones cracking and his meat and blood gushing like a stomped beetle. Disgusting.

"Are we going to be worried about the man we just murdered?" Lincoln asked.

"Nope, the cops don't give a damn anymore,"

"Oh... noted,"

"Wanna go rob a store and kill another man?"

"LILY!"

"Relax bro, relax, was just teasing you... or am I?"


Three years ago, Great Lakes City...

There they were, every single one of the Loud kids - except for Lynn, she told them, she hate his guts - and their spouses at the bar. Drinking together, laughing together. Lincoln, the light drinker got drunk fast. They got home, and that morning he cried.

"What the fuck?" Lincoln cursed as he read the email HR gave him. He was still hungover from last night.

"...You are terminated for indecent behaviour and soliciting coworkers, please retrieve all your belongings in one week's time..."

He ran to the kitchen, he saw Jordan, sitting at the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Hey babe, you alright?"

"No... Someone leaked our sextape online,"

"Oh... WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed. "What did you do Lincoln?"

"I didn't do anything... unless, it was my sisters,"

"Oh my god," Jordan cupped her face, crying into her despair.

"It'll be fine, we'll be fine," Lincoln tried to hug her, but she ran away. "I'll find who did it,"

And he never did find who did it. Lynn was ruled out first, she didn't come. Lori had to go home early, Bobby won't let her hang around drunk people, especially since she was pregnant. Luna and Sam didn't go to their house, they were busy doing their own "thing". Lily, Lily didn't drink, she sat and drove us back, sort of a designated driver. There they were, 6 suspects all with no proof, just accusation. That year was hell. Luna got stabbed by someone, on the day Lincoln accused one of them. Lori's brake was cut causing her to swerve and crash, killing the baby in her body and Lily got kicked out of the house after someone planted evidence that she tried to burn the restaurant up for insurance money (Dad didn't involve the cops). Lori, Luna, Lily and Lincoln knew it wasn't a coincidence, so they formed up. Trying to build evidence that the others were involved., but soon, one by one had to quit. Luna couldn't carry on, her cardiomyopathy stopped her from doing so. Lori was too depressed, Bobby had to stop her from committing suicide twice. Lily, she had nowhere to go. And I was a dead end. I regretted many, many things that year. Causing them hell was one, but not helping them while they were at their lowest was his biggest regret.


"Linc, we're here," Lily woke him up. He had her jacket on top, covering him like a blanket. A leather blanket.

"Flip's Food n' Fuel, the jewel of Royal Woods," Lincoln said.

"Yup, fucking Flip's"

They saw Luna, sitting beside a black SUV. She still looked cool (Even though she only wore a similar "Unemployment Blues," but with a purple shirt instead of a blue one) Parking the car beside her, Luna's eyes went wide.

"What's with the blood brah?" She asked, with a smile on her face.

"We-" Lincoln tried to lie.

"We hit a man," But Lily cut him off.

"One of those make-a-wish guys?"

"I dunno didn't check his shirt," Lincoln said.

"I know, your ear got nibbed, come on, lemme see that," She said.

"Nope, I'm good,"

"Where's Sam?" Lily asked.

"Toilet, trying to patch her ear up, told her I could do it, but she said that I could die, silly woman,"

"So good to meet you Luna, how has it been?"

"Boring mostly, Sam won't let me out of the house without a GPS tracker,"

"Who would let you out? You're like a disaster magnet," Lily joked as she punched her lightly.

"Argh! I'm dying!" Luna playfully retaliated.

"So good to see you Lunes," Lincoln hugged her.

"Lincoln's a hermit, don't mind the smell,"

When Sam got out, her ear had a bandage on. She saw Lincoln's ear, and she offered to help, but Lincoln said no. So there they sat on their car hoods, catching up on lost tales. Sam, now a security consultant, kept blabbering about how everyone should have access to a safe zone, but they all have the same question in mind regarding the scientific genius in the family after the mission failed:

"What is Lisa doing now?"