Sorry that this took so long. I've been stuck at my dad's place and, therefore, do not have much time to write. Don't worry, though! I'm leaving tomorrow. I do have to go back to school on the second, though...
"Let's go into a Burger King," Alfred says, not too long after he and Kiku have started walking together.
"Why?"
Alfred doesn't answer. Instead, he veers away from the unofficial path they have been walking and toward a Burger King. Kiku follows him. Of course.
"This is like…those horror movies, you know?" Alfred says once they're around fifteen feet away from the Burger King, "I mean, not…not this…this situation, no, this is so much fucking worse, but I mean…going into an abandoned building. I feel like something's going to jump out at us."
"Everything is dead."
"I know," Alfred's voice is weak and coarse. He looks like he might cry. Kiku doesn't want that.
It does look like a horror movie inside, Kiku will give Alfred that. Nobody's there, though there are half-finished hamburgers lying on deserted tables and french-fries with only the tops of them bitten off sitting on trays as if someone is going to pick them up and finish them. Kiku tries to take up as little room as he can, having not been comfortable with fast food restaurants even before. He keeps his eyes on Alfred, who seems to be gaining more from this trip than Kiku is.
Alfred slides over the counter (Why? There are doors that the employees would go into to get into the back section.) and wanders off into the part of the Burger King hidden from the customers that once were. Alfred comes back with some coca-cola, burgers, some french-fries, and some ketchup. Alfred sets them down and drums his fingers on the counter.
"I used to work in a Burger King back in high school." A pained sort of smile lies on Alfred's face.
"Come on, Alfred, let's go. Leave the hamburgers behind too, they might be rancid." Kiku can tell that something is eating at Alfred's emotions.
"I know that! I made myself my own without meat," Alfred unwraps the 'hamburger' and lifts up the bun, showing Kiku that there's no meat inside, "I'm not stupid."
"That's fine, then. But…we should still go."
"I don't understand!" There's a crash as Alfred grabs a cup (filled with water, abandoned) and throws it. It lands on a table and spills out its contents before spinning onto the floor. "Why did this happen? What happened? First, everyone died for no fucking reason and then they all just vanished! What happened?" Alfred slaps his hands over his eyes, glasses and all.
"Alfred," Kiku says softly, although where he's going with this word he doesn't know. His feet seem to be moving of their own accord, leading him closer to Alfred. "Alfred," Kiku says again, a little louder this time.
"What?" Alfred snaps, sniffling a little.
"There's no use dwelling over this. We should leave."
Alfred takes his hands away from his eyes. He looks quite a mess, red-faced with wet cheeks and bleary eyes. "Yeah, okay…okay." Alfred pulls a packet of glass cleaner out of his pocket, tears it open, and wipes off his glasses. He slides over the counter again and grabs the food he took. "Let's get out of here," Alfred says. Kiku can't help but to agree with him.
Almost immediately after Kiku and Alfred leave the Burger King, Alfred starts sipping on his coke. What an odd person, Kiku thinks, changing emotions so quickly.
"Oh, do you want some?" Alfred asks, gesturing to the food in his hands.
"Oh, no, I don't really like this type of food all that much." Kiku thinks that Alfred doesn't see him sneaking a fry. He does.
"Suit yourself," Alfred says with a shrug. Though, he leaves the french-fries in a position where Kiku will easily be able to get them. There are a few beats of silence before Alfred asks, "Do you know what time it is?"
"Does it matter anymore?"
Alfred looks up at the sky. The sun is setting. "Let's sit somewhere," Alfred says.
"Where?" Alfred looks around.
"Why not right here?" And, with that, Alfred sits, positioning the various food items he took from the Burger King around himself. With a sigh, Kiku sits too. He doesn't have the will to try to argue with a person like Alfred. He doesn't have the will to argue much at all, in fact.
For a while, there's silence as Alfred eats his burgers and drinks his coke. Kiku takes the occasional fry, every time trying to make sure that Alfred doesn't see. Then, Alfred looks over. "Aren't you hungry, Kiku?" Kiku has to admit that he is.
"Yes…"
"Have some, then. I'm certainly not judging." Alfred slides a burger over Kiku's way, and Kiku grabs half of the fries in the box and sets them on one of his legs. For once, Kiku feels no guilt biting into the faux hamburger that Alfred had made. Everything is dead. There is no media to criticize such behavior. Kiku doesn't feel much at all. What is there to lose?
"The sunset is nice," Kiku comments, letting himself relax. Alfred hums in agreement. Kiku's eyes slide shut after some time, but he does not sleep. He does, however, let himself relax and enjoy the feeling of summer air around him and the fact that, for once, he cannot smell pollution.
They will not seek shelter to sleep until much later in the night. When they do, they will both fall sleep almost instantly, and they will forget the woes of the deserted Earth for just a little while.