*Ami*
Amelia is sobbing hysterical, she is calling for help, but she gets no answer, she is lost and alone.

Luckily the after shock only sent down more dust and she heard something being upset to the right, but all in all things remained the same.

She tried breathing in deeply, it wouldn't help getting panicked, it would only make things worse, she had to keep quiet, and listen so she could call for help if someone came near.

She just wished she had water, her throat was extremely dry from all the dust and she knew that having no water would be her first problem.

Amelia closed her eyes, thinking about Zac, she prayed for him to be okay hoped against all odds that they would be together again soon.

She imagined his warm beautiful eyes and his sweet smile and that made her feel better, she had to relax and wait, she knew he would find her.

*Tom*
"Did you hear that Zac ?" Tom stopped, they were crawling over a stretch of highway that had collapsed down on the road below it, happy to be walking, they hadn't been able to drive through here.

Zac stopped too, listening intently, they didn't look at the cars anymore, not after the first one they saw that wasn't empty, there had been a young man dead in the front seat.

"Someone is crying down there". Zac said, he pulled of the backpack and slid down under a big slap of road nestled on top of several cars.

Tom followed him, but the space were to cramped, they couldn't fit down there both of them, so he waited, standing on top of a almost flattened car, trying not to think about the people who had been in it.

He didn't like this place, it was eerie and unsafe. "Watch out Zac, if there is another aftershock it can collapse".

"I know, but we can't just pass by if someone needs help". Zac said somewhere down in the hole, Tom could hear him move around down there, and then curse.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Of course not, you know that wasn't what I meant, I wouldn't leave anyone, I just wanted you to be careful".

"Tom hand me the pocket knife, I can't get her free". Zac yelled down from the dark.

Tom found the knife in the backpack and got down on his knees, to reach as far into the dark as possible. "Here Zac".

Zac showed up, making him gasp as he couldn't see him before he grabbed the knife from his hand.

"Ouch for fucks sake, shh no just relax little one, nothing bad is gonna happen, you are okay now". Tom could hear that Zac was talking to a small kid and also that he hurt himself.

"What happened Zac, are you okay ?" He grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down into the hole.

A little girl 2-3 years old was handed up to him and he grabbed her, holding her into him, she looked up,at him with big dark eyes. "Hello little one, don't worry you are safe now".

Zac hoisted himself up, his T-shirt was ripped several places, he was dirty and he had a nasty cut on his right arm. "I'm fine, I just got a scratch from the window getting her out".

"You should have let me go down there Zac". Tom was rocking the little girl in his arms, she was calm now.

Zac was cleaning the cut on his arm, then he packed away the first aid kit and the pocket knife. "Why Tom ?"

"First I am smaller than you, both in height and width, so I would have fit better, and second, I don't have a beautiful girlfriend waiting for me". He said and shrugged.

Zac sighed and looked at the little girl. "Her parents was in the car too,  there.. There was nothing to do for them".

"Poor little thing, but what do we do ? We can't very well drag her with us through all of LA". Tom looked towards the city from there heightened position, it didn't look good.

Zac crawled down on the other side and reached up to take the girl from Tom before he crawled down to. "We got to find someone who can take her".

They kept walking down the road, ten minutes later Tom looked at Zac. "Here let me carry her, you are already carrying the backpack".

"Tom I am capable of carrying both, I am not weak". He glanced at him, a stubborn look in his eyes.

Tom had to bit his cheek not to snap back at him, it was the stress, it was starting to get to them. "It has nothing to do with being weak Zac, but why not divide the tasks ? And you can try calling Ami again".

"Of course, sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you". He sighed and handed the girl to Tom, he got his phone out, still directly to voicemail, he sent a text to his father that they were okay.

After half an hour they spotted some firefighters, they were clearing the street for ambulances and rescue crews to get through.

"Hey we found this little girl in a car, her parents are dead, can we leave her with you ?" Zac walked over to them.

The firefighters looked up and one of them answered. "Yes of course, we can get all of you to safety, if you just come with us".

"No thank you, we have something we need to do, someone we need to find, or I do, Tom maybe you should go with them I wouldn't blame you". Zac looked at him.

Tom handed the kid to the firefighter. "Like you are going to get rid of me this easy Zac, I wouldn't dare to let you go on alone".

"Thank you Tom". He smiled at his friend, then he turned towards the firefighters. "And thank you for taking care of her, we need to get going".

"Where are you going ? It is only getting worse further up the coast". The firefighter looked at them.

Zac bit his lip, he couldn't allow his faith and hope to diminish. "Santa Monica".

"It doesn't look good out there as far as we heard, it is all but gone, you better stick to the coast but look out for tsunamis if there are more quakes". The firefighters looked worried.

Tom nodded towards them. "Thank you for the warning, we will try and be careful, and again, thanks for the help".

They started walking again, both afraid what they would find when they finally got there, if they got there, but none of them wanted to talk about it.