Wanted a little story about them. Hope you like it.


It might seem a little dense on my part, but i only knew i loved him after i thought he had been shot in the head, in a porta potty, in the middle of a field, during the end of the world.

I remember the dropping feeling as i neared that plastic green door, covered in some sort of gray matter, where only a few hours ago my greatest friend had been. The sudden belief that the only thing that that stuff could be was the brain tissue of David was like a worm burrowing itself into my soul.

"David's dead" ran through my mind like lightning, cutting away shreds of myself as it went. I could feel part of myself slide away and turn into something malignant.

"What is it John?" Amy called from behind me. She loved him as well but the Soy Sauce told me that her feelings were no where near the depth of mine. We had been together since middle school, he was always getting messed with and i was always doing something stupid and somehow we had always balanced each other out. Even when he snapped in high school after what those guys did to him, which i would slowly kill them for if i ever find them, we remand close. And that was before all the crazy shit started to happen.

"It's nothing. I guess he's not here." Not ever again' i thought to myself. "He must have left and gone somewhere else." I turned and reassured Amy that her boyfriend was safe and probably waiting for her somewhere. Even if in my heart i thought David was dead i could not tell her that, she had been through so much as it was.

As we made our way back to the motorcycle, a blackness was growing inside myself. 'Someone is going to pay. Someone is going to die.' Davids face flashed behind my eyes, telling me how stupid something a said was or how i need to stop relating things to my dick. His pissed off face as he came into my apartment trying to help me my first night on the Sauce.

His mind sprayed against some wall because i couldn't save him.

The look of relief on his face as i, though a dog's body, smashed an exit route for him through Roberts trailer. How even when he was covered in shit and blood and surrounded by the weird things that life had to offer, he was still amazing.

'He's dead.'

It was such a foreign idea. After everything that had happened, Shit Narnia, alternate Dimensions, falling in and out of time, drying and coming back, fighting off monsters together, the idea that some stray bullet had taken him out was verging on impossible.

"John i need you." He had said that once, maybe even a few times. And it was never taken too seriously, never to heart. And yet here i am, wishing that i had.

Amy was waiting for me to get on the bike and we headed off towards the city.

Someone killed David, and its all because of this. In the distance the quarantined city loomed.

Oh yes, there would be hell to pay.


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