"Karloman, find anything?" Sevri asked, half smiling, and tapping the leg of his companions.
"Asshole", Karloman retorted under his breath, tightening his left hand over his overcoat, the crisp-wasteland air funneling underneath his tattered protection.
"You know - Severi continued, ain't nothing out there for miles, the settlers are all eaten up!"
"Yeah!", Ark yelled, lighting his last cigarette and pointing out over the mountainous desolation. Karly, baby, yo' crazy if you think anyone made it out in this weather last night, Ark pattered on. Their bone's were picked clean, ya feel me?"
Karloman, desperately stared out in the wastes, the silence seeming to mock him. He could hear the faint moans and cries of the beasts who had just finished their bloody feasts before the sun scared them back towards their blackened lairs inside the woods.
"Damn... We were to late." Karloman shook his head. Suddenly a loud tugboat horn sounded from the vehicle behind him, shaking the morning frost from the trees.
Severi, clutched his rifle tighter and spit over the edge of the now alive and warming metal beast.
"Karls, lets book it man, we got other camps to save!"
Karloman, clutched his jacket once more, and said a prayer towards the clouds. Ark puffed a few more smoke rings and tossed the flickering ash into the truck bed.
"Maybe this time we'll get what we came's for...", Ark wondered staring at the glowing cherry.