-Your POV-
The three of us walked down the ever so quiet streets of LA.
Not very normal, is it??
We turned down an alley, and sat against the wall.
Mark took a bottle of water out from his backpack, opened it, and took a sip.
We sat there in silence for a while.
"Where do you think we're gonna stay??" I asked.
Jack looked at me with reassuring eyes.
"Well, the door to my apartment is off its hinges, and Mark's house is a mess.." he scratched his chin.
I looked at him.
"Maybe just get a hotel back in Ireland when this madness is over." He gave me a small kiss on the forehead.
We then heard an explosion from do the street.
We all jumped up, and looked out from behind the corner.
Two cars had collided, a huge thing of fire came out from both of the cars.
It started to get smoky, but as the fog cleared-
We saw the start of the crash.
Chantelle.
"Holy shit, run!!" Jack said, taking off.
Mark and I just followed.
Chantelle took off after us, and we turned a corner.
Dead end.
Chantelle turned her head, to see us.
Mark took out a gun from his backpack.
"Leave us alone." He said, finger on trigger.
Chantelle grabbed the knife that Jack had stabbed her with.
Jack grabbed my hand.
I looked at Jack, fear in my eyes.
This was the end of it all.