Yeah so I was writing this in math class, I know it has been a super long time. Anyways yeah here it is. Chapter two. Please rate and comment politely. Constructive criticism always appreciated! And check out my other stuff!

Astrid walked among the crowd of rejoicing families. Her blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze, that she had longed for ever since the FAYZ had begun. A feeling of warmth flooded over her as she saw families reunite, and a pang of sadness in her gut as mothers and fathers realized that they had lost a son or daughter. She continued to slowly walk among the people, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for her own parents. She couldn't bear to tell them that Little Pete had died, that she had agreed to murder her own brother. In the distance she saw her parents standing over what used to be Little Pete. She watched them for a while, she was angry at them, for letting her suffer through the FAYZ, for the adults had known. She took a few steps forward, and then stopped. She couldn't see her parent's right now. She was too hurt, too scarred from the terrible experience they had all endured.

"Astrid?" It was Sam; she turned around and fell into his arms. Tears streaming down her cheeks and landing on Sam's dirtied shirt. She couldn't do it, she didn't have the guts. She had the guts to survive the FAYZ but not see her parents. Sam was right, this wasn't her family. They weren't there for her throughout this. None of the parents were. Sam held her closely, as she let her feelings surge out of her. She needed this moment, after so long undergoing such a painful experience she just needed to let it all out knowing that it was done, yet it was only the beginning. Sam led Astrid away from the group back into the town, where all hell had broken loose.

"Astrid!" Astrid stopped, she recognized the voice. It was of her fathers. She remembered that Little Pete was there when it had all started. That had felt as if it was years ago, as if her life studying books never existed but her life, but figuring out what mutated monsters had the capability of. She warily turned around, her blue eyes wide with emotion. A strand of hair blew in front of her face, but she was too startled to push it out of her face. Her white blouse had turned a slight shade of brown, a blood stain sat in the lower right corner of it. She tightened her grip on Sam. He protectively wrapped his hand around her, as if to say I will never let you go of you. Her dad was crying, his glasses slipping off his nose. His brown hair was messed up, and he hadn't shaven for a while, so he it looked as if he had a forest below his nose. Astrid had watched as this meeting had torn Sam from his mother.

"Was that Little Pete?" her mom whispered, she looked as pale as could be. Astrid forced a nod, she was getting choked up. Tears welled up behind her eyes, she blinked the back.

"Why?" she croaked her voice was sore all of a sudden. Her father looked away; he was always the strong one he never had cried. This was the first time he had.

"Didn't expect this to happen," He gestured around them. Houses windows broken, the mass grave, partly burned houses, trash that lined the streets. She shook her head at in despair to what had happened.

"Why didn't you save him?" Her mother cried out, and reached forward and shook Astrid, "You useless bitch, he is your own brother. Why murder him like that?" Sam shoved her mother off of her his eyes filled with anger his hand up ready to shoot Sammie light out of his hands.

"Sam," she warned and took him and turned away. She never thought that her mother could be capable of such things. She was always her role model, the one that she looked up to pre-FAYZ. Now she wasn't so sure.

"Astrid!" Her father set his hand on her shoulder. She breathed in the moment, she remembered the time when she was younger her father lifting her onto his shoulders to get a better view of the parade. The sun shining warm on her face. "Your mother has gone through a lot right now, her only son is dead. "He said smoothly.

"She has gone through a lot? Do you even know what hell you put as through?" she found herself starting to repeat Sam's exact words even though they explained exactly what she needed to say. She grabbed Sam and stormed off toward City Hall. Sam stopped her half way and leaned in. His warm scent took over her, his lips brushed against hers, she closed her eyes letting him lead. Letting him kiss her. Letting him be her for a moment. She pulled back and let out a breath.

"Let's go. Let's make a life now." He whispered. He knelt down on one knee. "Astrid, Will you marry me?"