Apocalypse Sweet Apocalypse
Chapter 1
*Be the Awesome Fearless badass*
"Run! Dirk Run!"
"No Dave go on without me!"
"No I won't"
But I saw the dogs. They already were tearing away at his flesh. How could things go so wrong so fast? I saw the liquid life leaking from his soul. It was just a misted block. There in his eyes I knew he only wanted death. So. I. Ran. I left him to die not even giving him the mercy of killing him. So I ran and ran till I couldn't hear the mashing anymore. This is not the man my brother made me to be. He wanted me to be fearless, because that's the only way to get anywhere in this god forsaken world. Wait, where's my katana again? It is another thing my brother gave me that I've thrown away for sorrow. There was no reason for life any more.
About a mile up the highway there was an old Arby's, those used to be good right, it looked easily defendable and a good place to die, so I snuck in looking for any signs of life. Then, there on the counter sat the funniest thing I've seen since the Happening, a cheese burger with everything on it and no mayo. So I went up and ate it not seeing any reason to be cautious any more with my brother dead.
He sobbed silently.
"No I will not be stopped by death!"
I punched the counter with all the hate and anger and fear and I shattered my hand through the leather gloves my brother had spent his last dime on.
But it wasn't just any death it was my brother, my friend, and the only one I've loved since the Happening.
And I wept and the sky wept as if grieving for the loss of perhaps the greatest man ever to walk this miserable rock I call home.
*Be the guy the cheese burger was meant for*
'I can't wait to get back to that Arby's and eat that cheese burger'
'Wait what's that noise. Oh no not wild dogs again last time I saw one of those my arm got infected. But wait what is it eating, is that a person. None deserves that."
My hands instinctively reach my knife sheath on my belt and…Thunk, right between the eyes.
I scurry over and strip the dog clean of its pelt and meat. I bet this was to be someone's dog; I bet his name was Ralf.
"This pelt will make a good coat."
Then I move to the person and strip him of his gear. I find two katanas, and some leather armor. I lost the stereotype about wearing a dead man's clothes a long time ago, when my mind was young and ignorant to all of this death and destruction. No you can't cry over him now. It fits nice if not a bit big. I wonder who it was, wallet says Dirk, but he probably lifted it from someone.
'Can't wait for that cheese burger'
Just a half mile to go.