A pristine azure sky settled over the nearby medium-sized town, flawlessly blending with the powerful sun as it emitted luminous rays of sheer warmth. Today was just like any other summery day by the warn-torn town. And, of course, what better way was there to start the morning than a battle to the death with an over-sized monster that resembled a dark blue warthog? Green irises shifted from left to right just before the twins lunged in opposite directions, evading the hog's charge entirely. Despite the monster's keen range of sight, the twins seemed to have disappeared from the area...or perhaps not. Asch appeared nonchalant as he abruptly came down on the warthog's head from above with his sword, long blood-red lockes streaming behind him. Instinctively, the monster squealed out of simultaneous anger and pain. However, soon after, Luke darted in for a strike. Instead of coming down on the monster, he attacked it from the side. Luke proceeded with slashing along the body as he sped forward, forcing the beast to stagger. One more shot, of which Asch chose to take. He delivered the final shot, penetrating through the monster's torso with the edge of his sword. Subsequent to releasing another harsh squeal into the atmosphere, the beast plummeted to the ground with a loud thud. They had merely just converted their predator into prey. An essential skill for survival nowadays. Unless one was to be lucky enough to find unspoiled food in the town. However, there was little stored food left after about half a year of rummaging through it. "We did it!" Luke, the bright red-haired twin, said with a smile as he walked up to the fallen beast. He sheathed his swords and scanned the body swiftly. "He's so large though. If he hadn't come after us, we could have chosen something smaller so the rest of it wouldn't go to waste." Luke commented through a faint sigh. "With your voracious appetite, I doubt it'd be enough." Asch replied in his monotonous voice. "I don't know... If only there were more of our comrades around--we'd be able to share the love huh?" the short-haired twin replied, referring the beast's large potential supply of food. "Shut up and help me skin." Asch grumbled, already proceeding with the task himself. "Fine." Luke knelt down beside his brother, in front of the monster's corpse. Later on that day, a nice breeze had settled into the afternoon. The sun continued to reside with fortitude in the clear skies, and Asch could see this flawlessly even as he laid down on the lower branch of the tree. A small sigh pushed past Asch's lips. With his optics shut, a thoughtful frown appeared to be permanently planted onto his face. Although it had already been about 6 months since the world went downhill, Asch still wasn't quite accustomed to it yet. Then again, who would be ready to become adjusted to extinction? Unlike his twin, Luke, he didn't adapt as swiftly. He did fairly well adapting to this physically--to, say, hunting monsters--, but mentally...not so much. He didn't really care for change in general for that matter. Honestly, a person that wasn't very sociable such as himself should not have mind too much about the new lack of people. Well, aside from the fact that the human race was currently threatening to die out. Prior to all of this, he had always kept to himself. It was always relatively easy to do so because his exterior... wasn't exactly ‘inviting’. If he didn't possess a slightly emotionless and disinterested look, he would appear kind of...grumpy or irritable. In conclusion, he never seemed happy. And if he was, he’d barely reveal it. In this case, it was actually somewhat relevant to judge a book by its cover because a portion of his personality reflected within his appearance. Asch was impatient, blunt, easily irritated on occasion, and definitely possessed a bit of a bad attitude and smart-aleck tendencies when provoked. He was only attractive until he opened his mouth. Then again, he wasn't very talkative to begin with. However, now it was a little 'too' much of a cinch to keep to himself with only his sibling around. He wasn't sure whether he was just glad that the war was officially over, --generally preferring peace in spite of his nature--or if he was also down about the whole human extinction concept. Asch shifted his right leg up on the branch he rested upon, creating an arc shape with his knee as the peek. Little did he realize that becoming too unwinded in the tree was an utter mistake. A couple of days ago, Luke's bright-red hair had been lengthier than Asch's own lockes. Currently, it extended just to his shoulders after chopping the majority of it off. Luke felt much better whenever he obtained the opportunity to change something occasionally. Thus, he thought that making the big chop would be a positive alteration...mainly because it would no longer blind him or serve as an obstacle anymore. Unlike his twin, Asch, he was usually quite adaptable. Not to mention that he was, to a greater extent, friendlier than his brother as well. So he actually enjoyed making acquaintances with new people and would enthusiastically seize the chance to be social. Nevertheless, this transition...would be difficult for anyone to adapt to, and Luke was no exception. He missed the other individuals--the former world in general. Before the war. Before the obliteration. At least, of what he could remember of it. This worn-down world--what would soon be the remainder of it? Even with these considerable notions, he was still far more positive than Asch. Personality-wise, the two contrasted as much as they were identical in appearance. Tomorrow would be just like any other day, but Luke had been rather curious about a particular thought for awhile now. Of course, he assumed that they would engage in the same old routine but... Were they really the only survivors left? Possibly, could there have been more survivors? If so, would they ever find the other survivors? More queries of curiosity continued to fill his bustling mind as he absent-mindedly munched away on the roasted meat of the monster. It didn't take very long for him to finish though, so he pulled himself up to his feet and glanced around the small campfire for his sibling. "Where'd Asch go?" Luke asked himself aloud, trudging past the fire. He could've sworn that his twin had been right beside him a moment ago. Nonchalantly, he proceeded forward and eventually stole a glimpse up at one of the tree's lower branches to see that Asch had decided to perch right up there. "Asch?" Luke called out to him, but to no avail. Evidently, Asch couldn't perceive him at all from where he was located. Luke scaled up the thick tree, using the hidden daggers within the soles of his boots to assist him every now and then. He preferred to perform actions the easier way in contrast to Asch. Luke knew that he probably ascended without using any of his petite, concealed blades. He never truly comprehended why his sibling chose the difficult methods over the effortless ones. "Asch? What are you doing up here?" Luke inquired, crawling up behind him on a nearby branch. He blinked and raised a brow when he noticed that Asch 'still' couldn't hear him. Was he asleep? Luke thought that was the case, so he proceeded with the method of waking up the well-known heavy sleeper. After crouching down beside Asch, Luke abruptly yelled out. Asch had been so deep within his wandering notions that he hadn’t even heard his brother climb up from behind him. Obviously, he didn't expect to hear Luke's big mouth directly in his ear either. "ASCH!" Luke shouted to him in an unnecessarily booming volume. Since Asch wasn't expecting him to yell so loudly, he jumped with alarm. And, accidentally, he slipped and fell out of the tree. He smacked directly into the ground below, of which was accompanied with an audible thud. It was a good thing that part of the branch was relatively close to the ground, or else Asch would've ended up with a few broken bones. Luke blinked several times as he stared down at his twin twitching angrily, face flat on the earth. He leaped down after him and landed on his feet lightly, compared to Asch’s own landing. "Oooh, that looks like it hurts...." Asch heard Luke state casually as he gradually lifted himself from the ground. "It does...." Asch grumbled prior to abruptly grabbing Luke by the collar of his shirt. "How about I make you hurt like hell too?!" Asch growled as he shot Luke a glare. He formed his free hand into a fist, cracking his knuckles. This caused Luke to flinch and widen his eyes. Oh, how Luke loved Asch’s violent tendencies towards him. "Hey, I didn't know you were going to just dive off the branch like that! I just came over here to...ask you something anyway." Luke told him quickly and honestly, while Asch hesitantly loosened the grip he had on his collar. The short-haired twin was aware that he had to speak swiftly or else his brother would've striked him, potentially triggering a fist fight between the two. Luke relaxed slightly when he felt Asch releasing his grasp, and he took a step back after being freed “What is it?" Asch questioned, in spite of the uninterested expression on his face. "Well, how do you feel about...the thought of being the only people left in this world?" Luke randomly asked, the stray thought crossing his mind again. Asch glanced over to him with his steely green irises. "I haven't thought much about that. Don't care, to be honest." Asch replied, taking a glimpse up at the sky with a straight indication upon his features. Despite the emotionless look, Luke was capable of scanning his sibling flawlessly. They had always thought that maybe being twins generated some type of ESP between each other, allowing them to easily read one another. "Surprisingly, you really don't like the thought us being the only ones left huh?" Luke asked again. Asch didn't respond. He felt that that there was no need to. However, his silence told Luke that he was 100% correct. The extinction of the human race was potentially close and seemingly unavoidable, so Asch was going to deal with that fact without complaining as his nature had compelled him to do. "It'll be alright Asch. I personally don't think we're the only ones left.” Luke reassured as he placed a hand on his sibling’s shoulder. He removed it after Asch proceeded to extinguish the small fire and walked back towards the abandoned town. It was still early in the afternoon, but seeing as how they had already eaten and rummaged through the premises for resources today, it was best to head back to their main shelter before dark. “Hmm. So what do you think Asch? Do you think that maybe we aren't the only ones left? That there are possibly more survivors out there somewhere...?" "Out of the entire world? It's possible." Asch replied through another shrug, his blood-red hair swaying gently as he trudged along. It streamed a few inches past the center of his back. As mentioned before, Asch was not fond of change so he never bothered with a haircut. The only element he'd changed on himself was his attire. They had been out of their old uniforms long ago after locating new clothing in one of the run-down shops. The only benefit of this whole situation was that they no longer needed to pay for anything in the abandoned shops they would discover. The uniforms were still stored back in the shelter they were currently heading to. Luke had found a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt and black pants while Asch had settled with a long-sleeved black shirt and dark blue, loose jeans. Watching his twin’s longer, dark red hair flow in the warm breeze reminded Luke of the other reason as to why he had decided to clip his hair. With long hair, he looked too much like Asch. Even with the different, but natural shades of red in their lockes. If this world had still been populated with people, he would have done it to allow others to be able to identify them easier. Without having to make double-takes at them. Even now, he just wanted to look a tad different for himself at least. "Why are you worrying about that so much for?" Asch turned to his twin with one of his eyebrows arched. " I don't know...." Luke responded blankly, stepping into town. Luke was probably merely hoping for the survival of some other human life, besides himself and Asch. “It'd be seriously ironic if there were survivors....but they belonged to the opposing faction in the war." Luke joked in his usual casual manner, a smile coming to his face. Asch merely released a sigh and muttered out in a flat tone of voice, "Tch, I'll give you 20 bucks if that actually happens and we meet these female survivors." Luke grinned brightly at that statement. "Really? Cool!" Luke exclaimed, forgetting that if they were to meet said survivors, it would possibly toss them into a battle. Apparently, he didn't quite catch the hint of sarcasm in Asch's tone either. Nor did he take note of the fact that money was essentially useless in this world's current state. However, Luke's jesting statement left Asch discreetly pondering about such a scenario. Come to think of it, they had never really interacted with females outside of a battle scenario before. It was possible that they had done so prior to the start of the segregation between the sexes, but being as young as they were, they could barely recall. However, little did they know that they were going to obtain a rare encounter on the way into town.