A Tropical Fallout

A man stood upon a shore, his head darting in every which way, scanning the landscape of a desolate shore with his hands firmly pressed to the side of his stomach, grasping his stomach, and arms jutting out to the side. He had shaggy blond hair atop his head that cascaded into a scruffy jaw. He wore a clothing of various sorts stitched together by some rather think leather straps. The top was decorated by predominately red pieces of clothing with some thinker, brown padding of leather on the shoulder and elbows. The bottom was composed of the same stitching patterns, random linings about the article. It was decorated by bash and brown clothing with the entire front covered by the same thick leather as on the elbows and shoulders. He was tanned by the ever beating sun upon his tiresome face, lines sprouting from the corner of his golden-flecked green eyes, each reflecting the image of the sorrowful sun as he stared upward with a scowl. "You can't just fucking throw the guns, our only goddamn salvation, to the whatever fucking side pleases you," exclaimed the man. "They were going to attack us, Aries; I wasn't worrying about the damn guns at the moment!" shouted another man towards Aries. This man donned shoulder-length black hair with a surprisingly clean-shaven face in the face of this environment. His top was composed of a darkly stained white undershirt as giant black overalls wrapped itself across his upper and lower torso. Aside from the ashy shading that had been attributed to the overalls, a giant cut ran down the upper left top part of the overalls to within a couple inches down the side of the left legging of the overall. He wore a brown, leather fedora with dark brown patches dotting its visor and top. It cast a long shallow shadows across his already black eyes, as though making the black even blacker, as if there had still been a shade of light to it.  Aries was enraged. "Goddammit, do you realize they just stole our guns, our fucking protection?! Dammit, Aquilo!" "They were armed and they were ten people. If it hadn't been for that first shot, we would both have been that poor-ass fool. I was just reacting because frankly, the only thing I could think about was getting to shelter. Do you value the guns more than your own friggin' life?" "Fuck you, Aquilo. Fuck you," yelled Aries as he abruptly thrust a middle finger into the air in the direction of Aquilino.

Greenish waves seamlessly cascaded over the the browned sand with their subtle foams, racing forward, and then racing back. The sea itself had a sickening green color as an equally sickening light was given from the sun, filled with the remains of an era long past. Discarded and deteriorating bottles, a century or so old, dotted the coastline with letters now indecipherable from time, cans covered in wet, glistening rust with hardened creatures inside, and a man, several bullet holes inside his chest, lie still, his measly torn attire of worn pants and a hoodie, coated in red; its dirty white hue was now indistinguishable. A desolate beach of artifacts new and old surrounded two loners.