From here on out, I do not own or claim to own the nickelodeon The Loud House. this is just a fun story i came up with. I hope you enjoy!

It's been...Six years since the calamity that befell of our little town. The Images of that day still haunt me, as they do for everyone else. What's left is nothing but rubble and ruins of what use to be called home. Now I, Lincoln Loud set my sights on one goal. To reunite my family.

"Lincoln...Lincoln do you copy?" A voice came from a buzzing walkie talkie.

"Yeah-yeah i hear ya Clyde."

"Where are you, I've been trying to get in contact with you all day!" Clyde started to raise his voice over the static from the radio.

"Alright, alright." Lincoln said hoping to hush his friend. "I was just...Visiting an old memory." Lincoln gazes up at what is left of the place he grew up in. his home in shambles.

"A memory? What do you mean Lincoln?"

"Nothing Clyde." Lincoln chucked to himself.

"Well it's going to be something if you don't get out of there soon, It's almost nightfall." Clyde warned. The sun was starting to set and Lincoln is far from his hideout.

"Oh geez! Guess i lost track of time." Lincoln runs over to his beat up two seater buggy. He hops in, starts the engine and slams on the gas. Burring out of the area and onto the dirt road. "Alright Clyde i'm on my way back."

"Good. Because when you get back we have to talk about something."

"And what's that!" Lincoln said with trying to speak over the loud vehicle as he pressed harder on the gas.

"It's about your si-." Static started to take over Clyde's voice.

"Clyde your braking up!" Sounds of Clyde voice was heard but not enough to understand words from them. "Clyde! Clyde!" Lincoln continued to try and get a response out of his friend. Suddenly a loud boom came from one of the back tires. "Ah damn." Lincoln was starting to lose control of the buggy And had to pull over but spun out instead coming to a complete stop. Dirt filled the air, covering Lincoln's body.

"Lin...are..okay." The static continued from the radio.

"Ah, hold that thought Clyde." Lincoln said rubbing the back of his neck. What the hell was that. Lincoln thought to himself. Lincoln hoped out of the Buggy to go check what the problem is. I didn't think i drove over anything sharp or big. On closer inspection, Lincoln noticed something. "Wait a minute." The round hole in the the tire was not from debri. "A bullet hole!" Lincoln quickly stood up and back away from the vehicle.

Loud and fast footsteps started to come from behind Lincoln. He turned around to see what was there but Lincoln was tackled to the ground by some large brute. The large figure was on top of Lincoln and then it pulled out a knife. The brute slammed the knife down towards Lincoln's face but Lincoln grabbed the brutes arm before he could do so. The two struggled for a bit not giving each other an inch of an advantage till Lincoln freed his right arm and punched the brute square in his face causing him to fall off Lincoln. Damn raiders, this is why you don't travel alone. Lincoln took that opportunity to ponce on the brute delivering blows to the face, left and right repeatedly.

"Who are you!?" Lincoln briefly stopped the furry of punches in hopes to get an answer. But instead all Lincoln got was a shove and a spit on the face. The two stood up and started circling each other. "What do you want from me, I've got nothing for you to steal!" Lincoln yelled. The brute just wiped the blood from his face."There's more of you, you're not dumb enough to fight alone."Lincoln testing his opponent. The brute stopped moving and gave a sly smirk and gave a signal to call over reinforcements. Lincoln prepares himself for this motion as two other figures revealed themselves. One seems to be a thin male and the other a more feminine type. Perfect, maybe i shouldn't of taunted him. Lincoln cursed himself. How am i going to get myself out of this one. Lincoln got in a stance with his hand near his gun holstered on his leg.

"Man, this guy messed you up man." One of the riders said to the brute.

"Shut up i'll finish this guy now!" in that instant the brute went for his gun as Lincoln did the same. The two pulled out their guns and started firing. Lincoln quickly jumped to cover behind a rock. A few of the bullets hit the brute causing him to fall. The other two raiders scramble to find cover. Lincoln can hear them cursing in anger and fright. Lincoln tried to look out the side of the rock but an extreme sharp pain caused him to whelp in pain and move back into cover.

"Ah...my arm." Lincoln said holding the wound. Lincoln grabbed his gun, fighting though the pain to continue on."You should just give up!" Lincoln yelled out. Footsteps started coming towards Lincoln. He prepared himself for what is to come. Lincoln takes a chance and jumped over the rock he is hiding behind, coming face to face with one of the raiders. Lincoln tried to fire his gun but the raider was to fast and knocked it out of his hand with a metal stunned briefly, the raider took the chance to force down Lincoln. They both fall down as Lincoln was in a familiar spot from earlier.

"Just give up. You're wounded and there's more of us!" The raider snarled, pulling back his arm to deliver a fatal strike. In that instant the raiders head jerked followed by the sound of a gunshot off in the distance. The raider fell on Lincoln. Lincoln pushed the body off him and noticed blood coming from the side of the raiders head. Lincoln froze in surprise and fear as did the other raider trying to pull the brute out of the battle sean. A moment passed of silence as the two left remaining try to piece together what's happened.

"He's got a sniper to!" The last raider broke the silence as it coward back still trying to lug the brute "Come on where no match for this guy." the raider pulling the brute to his feet. "Listen we'll go just don't to kill me!" The raider pleaded then scurried off away. Lincoln got up still holding his wound.

"I didn't know i had a sniper?" Lincoln said to himself still in confusion. The sun is set as the darkness of the night starts to roll in. Lincoln taking notice of this and hurries back to his buggy. "Well the tire is still flat. But i think i'll be able to make it back." Lincoln grabbed his now dirty radio off the ground and called in "Clyde you there?" A moment passes with nothing "Clyde!?"

"Yes yes i'm here." Clyde's static voice returns. "Where did you go! What happened?" Clyde demanded answers.

"I uh...I was encountered by some raiders again." Lincoln answered now grabbing and dusting off his gun.

"Again Lincoln!" Clyde shouted again. "What did they want this time money, food, your gear?"

"No...Nothing like that." Lincoln paused. "Theses guys were different...they were out for blood. Not many words or anything, they just came at me" Lincoln got in his vehicle and started the engine.

"Strange, times must be getting more rough."

"Yeah...we'll talk when i get back." Lincoln put the buggy in gear and started his ride back home

"Yes we do need to talk." Clyde said with an attitude.

"Oh yeah, you going to yell at me for staying out past curfew." Lincoln joked.

"No, I just got something. It's about your sister, Lilly...

Authors Note: If you all like this idea so far and want to see more of this story, tell me and ill see i though. Thank you for reading!