"Well..." Don had faltered. He had been taken aback by the woman's outburst, but not so much as to quench his natural reflex to retort. "I guess it's some small comfort to know I'm not the only sad, angry putz in the room."

And at that, Don made note of his company. A younger woman was on the floor, sobbing in great big heaves that shook her whole body. Very dramatic stuff. An even younger boy had his arm around her, trying to calm her down—good luck with that. Then there was the angry woman, as he knew her, angry and limp against her boyfriend or whatever. He looked pretty annoyed with him too, which figured. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another figure. This one just stared at people, saying nothing and being creepy.

In the back of Don's mind he knew that these people were tired and grieving, maybe badly wounded, and that he being quite unfair. But right then and there, Don couldn't care less. Somewhere in the last few minutes his empathy had been switched off, and a cold autopilot took precedence. Don couldn't deal with emotion right now. It was all too much.

Don avoided the woman's eyes as he spoke. "Excuse me for being curious—I know you hate that—but where do we go from here? I'm afraid my only idea is to ask questions and get jumped."

Storm looked over at the boy and shrugged his shoulder off. She wiped her eyes and glared slightly at the people that were looking at her like she was some crazy or pathetic thing. "Sometimes you can't control when you break down." She grumbled, standing up. "I'm Storm." She told him. "What about the rest of you?" She looked over at Victoria and the formality still pulled at her, though she had been graduated for a year. "Ms. Langstrom." She said with a nod.

Now that she was done crying, she felt completely empty. She had seen her mother cut in two. What was she supposed to do but breakdown. Now that she had done that, she didn't know what to do. So, instead of really anything, she began to brush herself off the best she could, trying to get the plaster and drywall off of her.

Sky sighed inwardly, he had only been trying to help. Getting up half way and sitting on a block of cement - probably part of somebody's house - he leant on his arm "I'm Sky" he said, "Sky Meadows."

The wind blew down the devastated street, blowing dust into Sky's face, and he muttered something incoherent as he brushed it off. Then he paused and looked at himself - his whole world had just been destroyed and here he was complaining at dust in his eyes, so he shut up.

(sorry it's short >.> - feeling uninspired)