Thor hadn't been at home when all of this went down. He was a military boy, like his father. He'd watched fellow soldiers taken down by these creatures from the sky and listened as the order to tell civilians they were on their own. Everything collapsed so quickly it made his head spin.

He needed to get back to his family.

Days were marked in a small journal. He'd had to walk quite a ways to get to the city where his brother lived but it was closer than his mother and father's residence which was just beyond that. On a farmstead where they should go.

The sight of sand trails was his first indication he had arrived where someone was living. He kneels down to look at it carefully, seeing that there were footprints. He leans on the sledge he'd been carrying along with his bag as he looks around.

He stood and followed it, towards a suburban house. This had to be the base of operations for whoever was here. If he could get in contact with them then perhaps he could also get a handle on other survivors in the area. Perhaps find his brother.