I couldn't believe it. Sohinki stood right in front of me, looking mostly like himself, except for the foggy aura outlining his body.

"Yep," Sohinki said.

His voice was slightly echo-ey.

"Wh…are you a ghost?"

He nodded. I stuck my hand out toward him. As expected, it went through his chest.

"Don't do that," He warned.

I, of course, didn't listen. I kept messing with his ghost body until he disappeared and was replaced by a black vapor, which wrapped around my neck. I grabbed my throat unable to breathe. Is he here… to get revenge?

"I don't want to hurt you, Joven," His voice echoed softly, "But you shouldn't touch a ghost. Bad things can happen."

The black mist dissipated, and Sohinki returned, his image flickering slightly.

"W…what do you want?" I asked fearfully.

"I know it was you who killed me," He said.

"I'm sorry," I pleaded.

"I'm not here for revenge," He said.

"Then why are you here?"

"To stop you," He said, "I think."

"Stop me?"

He took my letter off the computer table and read it.

"Death is no fun, Joshua," He said, "The soul is capable of things the mind can't even comprehend."

"Sounds better than being alive," I said.

"You don't understand," He said, "It's not always a good thing."

"Understand what?"

"Where we have to return."

He slapped his hands onto my temples, and suddenly, everything was gone. I saw nothing, not even blackness. Yet somehow, all the evil in the universe: torture, murder, genocide, everything. I couldn't hear anything, yet heard every scream of pain and misery in existence. I smelled nothing, yet all the death and gore. There is no up, no down, no beginning, no end, and no way out. It is Nothing- and Nothing is terrifying.

It felt like forever by the time I was back in the room, Sohinki's spirit in front of me.

"That was…"

"Chaos," I interrupted.

He nodded.

"Something like that," He said, "Spirits are pulled to it, like a magnet, for whatever reason. They usually have no memory, and it's hard to leave. It's so easy to go insane."

"It felt like…"

"Forever," He finished, "Time doesn't exist there either."

I started to shake.

"Everything," I said, "I saw everything, heard everything. But…it's nothing."

"Nothing IS something," He said, "Do you still want to die, Joven?"

"NO," I answered quickly, "But…I'm sorry."

"I was a zombie," He said, "It was a strange out of body experience. Watching my soulless body wake up. But I forgive you, Joven. I never really blamed you in the first place."

"You didn't?"

"You did what you had to do," He said, "I saw what Lasercorn did. And he was bitten too."

"How did you…"

"I followed you," He said, smirking.

"Stalker."

He folded his hands together and shrugged.

"I should tell you about Wes," He said.

My eyes widened.

"Wh…what about him?"

"He's alive," He said.

"Alive?"

"He found his way here," Sohinki said.

"By himself?!"

Sohinki sighed.

"I have to go," He said.

"Um…wait."

"Yeah?"

"Where'd you get so philosophical?" I asked.

He laughed.

"I don't know," He said.

He disappeared.

"Goodbye Joven," I heard Sohinki's voice.

I looked at the paper, it was burned.

I went back to the lobby, where Laser was sitting on a bench with his wife, cuddling and talking. The front door opened. I jumped, thinking a zombie had broken in. But no: it was Wes. The daylight glowed on him, his eyes peered at me, and he carried a large bloody sword. His hair was dirty and tangled, his clothes ripped, and he looked confused.

"Wes," I asked.

He dropped the sword and ran to me.

"Joven," He muttered.

"Wes, I'm so sorry," I said.

I touched his cheek, not caring that anyone saw. He kissed me.

"Don't be," Wes said, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said.

"Get a room," Laser joked.

Wes smirked.

"You know," Wes said, "That's a good idea."

Wes's POV

I followed Joven into an empty room. After he closed the door and locked it, he burst into tears.

"What happened," I asked.

He explained what he'd been through, and I felt terrible.

"I gave up," He said, "The guilt…leaving you, killing Sohinki…I couldn't take it."

I hugged him and he cried on my shoulder.

"I'm not angry, Joshua," I assured him, "I was trying to save you. I had no idea if you had even survived. I stayed at our place for a while, boarded up. Then, I left and I got here a few days ago."

"You were all alone?"

"I found a couple groups," I said, "But, for the most part, yes."

"You don't have to be alone," He said, "Ever again."

Laser's POV

Ian walked back into the lobby, followed by Anthony. Ian would hardly look at me or my wife.

"Ian," My wife asked.

Ian looked at us.

"David told me what happened," She said.

"He did?" Ian asked nervously.

"Yes," She replied, "You saved him. You helped him get here."

"I almost shot him," Ian said guiltily.

"Dude, it doesn't matter," I said, "Well, maybe a little. You're my friend, Ian. You and Anthony. Joven too."

"Where is Joven," Ian asked.

"He's 'getting a room' with Wes," I slipped, not thinking that Ian probably doesn't know about the two.

Ian looked at Anthony with confusion. Anthony whispered something in his ear, and Ian nodded.

"Wes is alive," Anthony said, "That's… that's good."

Joven's POV

I held Wes's hand.

"Are you sure about this," He asked.

"You faced hoards of zombies singlehandedly," I said, "And you're afraid of our friends?"

He sighed and followed me back to the lobby, where everyone was waiting. Wes started to blush, and let his hair fall over his face.

"What?" I demanded, "We..we're in love, okay?!"

I saw Laser bring over Wes's sword. Wes took it.

"Thanks," Wes said.

Laser put his hand on my shoulder, and Wes's.

"Well guys," He said, "I think it's time for dinner."