Please note dear readers: This story is a drama filled-hurt filled-angst filled- torture fic to the characters at its fullest. I've said this once at the starting and I'll say it again, this fiction is not no scary, safe or easy on the characters fiction. This is drama and intensity at its fullest. Those who like the AMC The Walking Dead will surly like this fiction (I think.) For those who want to read a nice zombie fiction which is scary, somewhat gruesome but otherwise safe on the characters (so far I think) then you guys and gals can hop over to the WONDERFUL STORY OF MIKAYLA FIREBANE ENTITLED: HOW TO SURVIVE THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. Enough said.
I swear if I was an original writer publishing a story like this the church would have sued my arse. I noticed this story is somewhat anti-religious and has some religious themes present.
Please note everything here is fiction and I am sorry if I offended anyone in anyway.
Thanks for the reviews guys. Some OCs are introduced and I notice something with OCs. Whenever I read a fic with OCs I usually forget who they are. I don't know if it's the same with you but for me it is.
And thank you to the wonderful Lakota1172 for pushing me to write this chapter sooner. Thank you.
Please note: On the last chapter there is someone called Effie. That character is in fact Holly. I have no idea who I got mixed up other than the fact, I guess my mind was crowded... Sorry about that Lakota1172.
Timeline (since I'm sure everyone is confused by now)
Chapter 1: First day of the apocalypse. Hiccup and the group discovers the dead is walking.
Chapter 2: First night of the apocalypse. Hiccup couldn't fire the gun to save Astrid.
Chapter 3: Still first night of the apocalypse. Hiccup realizes he is weak and tries to change that. Second day of the apocalypse: Snotlout finds his head family and Hiccup and he fights. They bunker in the basement.
Chapter 4: Recap of what happened and my idea of how the apocalypse will successfully start. Third day: The crew realizes the basement isn't safe and escape. They find new hope.
Chapter 5: Time skip. First week since the apocalypse started. Eighth day: A brotherhood is formed.
Chapter 6: One week one day: The now bigger group tries to find a safe haven. Hiccup and Astrid open up. Hiccup gets bitten.
No hope: If there's hope, maybe even the merest of string, the apocalypse always finds a way to destroy it, gobble it whole, until there is nothing left, but an empty shell...
"No-no," Astrid begs. She runs to him, then swings her scythe weakly to an advancing corpse before falling besides him, hands wrapping him around him in a tight embrace.
"Couldn't you be more damn careful," Snotlout growls, driving his pointed rod into a corpse. He grabs another by its thin hair, hauls its head back and quickly disposes it.
Hiccup is petrified, chest barely heaving and eyes staring at the wound-the bite-unbelievingly. It is like he is still registering what has happened, and indeed he is…
It couldn't be, it is stupid.
He was stupid.
Why didn't he think before he advanced to the herd?
"Your weak, you are disgraceful, you're nothing but a swine," a deep voice hisses in his head. "You couldn't even protect yourself from a simple reanimated corpse. You are nothing but a failure," his father words rings through his head. He tries to block those thoughts out, he really tries.
But he fails.
The 'poison' just grows in volume and hatred by the second.
"Hiccup- Hiccup, listen to me," Astrid whispers. She strokes his cheeks with her thump.
Hiccup is falling-falling into a deep dark abyss with words thrown at him in every black corner. But out of all the hate, the anger, the insults; one voice stands out form the rest. A soft whisper-a female whisper. And suddenly, he isn't falling anymore. He is there-in the world of the living- staring into 'an angel's blue eyes.
"It's okay," she whispers, mustering a fake smile.
Hiccup returns the smile and though in a situation where they are now, corpses pressing in form every side, he forgets about the dangers for a moment.
All he can think about, is the ocean blue eyes and that adorable smile. Nothing else matters in this moment…
"I've only known you for a couple of weeks and I can already recognize a fake smile," Hiccup mumbles.
"Shut it," she punches his shoulder.
Hiccup grins cheekily. His eyes slowly trails over her smooth face, memorizing every detail, every texture; for it may well be his last time he ever does. Her small nose is just perfect, her thin eyebrows, her baby fat cheeks and her mesmerizing eyes are like a goddess. His eyes stops its little adventure at her lips. They are so smooth, so red, so appealing...
"You are beautiful," he moans.
"You surly took your time with that," Astrid chuckles, trying to maintain a steady voice.
"Well I meant it." Astrid cocks her head to the side and 'hmm.'
"You are cute," she says. Her eyes lowers to his lips, and abruptly she is magnetized. Time stops for the two, noise fades away, and the only existence are the two young adults. The space between their lips feel wrong and slowly, they close the distance. Hiccup hands find her waist. Astrid hands thread in his hair. Their eyes flutter close.
And their lips are millimeters apart when Snotlout interrupts them with a shout, "Guys, I hate to break this up but they are about a dozen corpse a couple feet away from us!"
Hiccup could swore he felt his lips graze hers before she pulled away and sprang up. Everything floods back to them then, the dead, the living, and the fight for dominance.
"We need to get to the bus," Snotlout says. Astrid pulls Hiccup up. The group retreats, the dead following them hungrily. In a split between the herd Hiccup can spot his Porsche on the road. He loathes the dead then, for separating him from his Porsche, for biting him on the damn foot, for ruining his would be short life and making it even shorter.
A gunshot thunders through the tree line. The group jumps and five men emerge. They quickly commence disposing of the herd and in mere minutes they are all lying dead.
"Are those-"Snotlout says.
"Soldiers," Astrid finishes, noticing the familiar uniform.
"Our prayers have been answered," Hiccup sighs, eyes sparkling.
The soldiers drops their guns to their side and eyes the group warily.
One of them approaches the group. He stands 6'2 feet tall with a shining head covered by his army cap. He furrows his bushy eyebrows as his brown eyes stares hazily at the group. His uniform conceals his lean body and by the looks of it he looks no older than early 20s.
"Howdy there folks," the soldier greets.
"Hello," Hiccup greets back, firm and cold. "You guys are soldier…" Hiccup states, nodding his head slowly.
"Yes we are." He offers his hand. "Names Lieutenant Jason McAnderson."
Hiccup accepts the handshake. "Name's Hiccup Horrendous." It is his name that he went by after some time, deciding his last name 'Haddock' was not a title he wanted to go by.
The soldier rubs his M-14 and snorts. "Horrendous? What kind of a sir name is that?"
"The best sir."
Jason chuckles and claps Hiccup on the shoulder. "You're a funny man."
Hiccup winches as an agonizing pain shoots through his calf. He hides his leg out of sight, masking the pain with a grin, and knowing fully well that survivors do not act nicely to 'ticking time bombs.'
"Who have you here Jason?" a man asks, brown eyes with a scar running dangerously close to his left observing at them. His faded jet black hair nestles in a messy work and his muscles ripples underneath his uniform. He has a tattoo on his arm with the words 'thou art with me.'
"Survivors Toric, and a funny one too." Toric grumbles, approaches Hiccup and surveys him with a critical eye. His submachine gun dangles leisurely on his shoulders.
His eyes run over red stained clothes. He snarls. Toric steps back in a flash and trains his gun at Hiccup. The others waste no time in questioning the man actions for they too mirror him. Neither did Hiccup crew, for they form a human barrier around him, each ready to shed blood for the boy.
"You're bitten," Toric growls in a monotone like voice, hands itching to pull the trigger.
"He's bitten," Toric growls, gesturing to Hiccup with his gun. "And I know you lot aren't ignorant as to what comes next."
"We know what happens next," Astrid snarls, "But you aren't going ng to do anything."
"Are you stupid girl," Jason asks, "he's a damn time bomb ready to blow at any second."
"We know!"
Jason jumps, then curses his stupidity, and regains his posture.
"But he's just been bitten," Astrid voice lowers. She sniffles, then mentally curses herself for showing weakness to the strangers. Tears claim her eyes but with strength that she knows she possesses, and with the help of her teeth biting her gum, it keeps the feelings at bay.
Now is not the time.
"There's still time left-time to say," Astrid pauses. Her heart stings. Salty waters threaten to spill. She forces the word out, "Goodbye."
A tear treks down her cheeks and she instantly whisks it away and forces the others down. Hiccup squeezes through his colleagues, recognizing Astrid is in hurt, and rests his palm on her shoulder; his fingers caressing her skin in a comforting manner.
He can't bear to see Astrid in hurt.
Toric lowers his gun slowly, squinted eyes glaring at Hiccup. "You said he's been bitten not long form now?"
Astrid nods.
"How, long," He pauses, "from," wanting to let them understand the seriousness of the question, "now?"
"About five minutes from now," Hiccup answers, annoyed he is being treated like he isn't there, or something already dead….
Maybe he is…
Toric exchanges glances with Jason and they both nod. Toric pupils bore into Astrid and every other member of the group. His sight reverts to Astrid and his steeled face splits into a warm smile.
On that moment, he mumbles something that made Astrid fate in the apocalypse restored, "Their still might be time to save him."
"Welcome to Evacuation Centre 0014," Jason announces, eyes plaster on Hiccup warily.
He whistles rather too loudly-so loudly Hiccup's group had to turn around just to confirm they didn't attract unwanted attention.
Two soldiers trot to the entrance of the enormous wire mesh fence. They unlock a latch, loosen a chain and fling the door open.
"It's clear," Toric barks to the two soldiers.
The two ignore the man's statement and check for themselves.
"Just checking Sergeant Toric," one of the soldier says and lowers his gun.
"Come on," Toric growls, fiercely gesturing to the new group, "I don't want to spend another moment out in the open."
The group follows him through the gates, some limping, others patting their stomach with a longing for edible food.
The group has noted, thoroughly depressed, that the camp is a rundown-beat down poorly built camp with soldiers and citizens of different parts of the town running like loose cannonballs into green patched tents. Most of the citizens, like the camp, are in poor conditions; rip or blood stained clothes-sometimes both-, gushes of ripe red blood visible on their bruised and red skin and skeleton like people who could barely stand- some even has to be supported by their family members.
"They just keep coming," Toric grumbles, "From all different parts of the country. Good thing they bring in a steady amount of supplies, or this place would have been a graveyard by now."
"Sounds to be like your wishing ill for this place," Hiccup mumbles, peaking into a tent's crease and regretting soon after he had seen a stiff body with a stake to its head.
"Seems to be a graveyard to me," Snotlout deadpans, jerking his meaty shoulders out of the way of a charging family holding down an insane man, or so they said. Snotlout has a nasty idea that the man was not insane but zombified.
"We do what we can, but the bodies just keep piling up."
"Many show up with dead loved ones." Jason adds, face twisted in disgust. "They say they'll come back. You won't believe the desperation and the insanity of the survivors of the apocalypse. I question how they survive a second of this hell."
"Shut it boy," Toric booms, "this is not the time or place to express your views."
The group shivered when they heard a moan coming from a random tent; soon followed by a gunshot and then a wail. They turn a corner and are greeted by ambulance trucks in vast numbers lined at the other end of the fence.
The group stops. They pant, noting down the camp was quite big.
"Jason, show them to their quarters for the time," Toric orders. He beckons to Hiccup as he continues the walk to the medic.
"What are you going to do to him?" Astrid asks.
"Fix him up," Toric answers, skillfully evading the question.
"How?"
Toric stops in his tracks and turns to the girl. "Are you going to waste time, or are you going to come and see?"
Astrid grins, but it soon evaporates as she remembers the current situation. She fists her hand and follows the two male.
"I'm coming," Snotlout says.
Soon, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Brian all join in to follow their leader to his 'fix up.'
Hiccup mind and ego soar new heights when he realizes his people unwavering loyalty. He signals for them to stop, grinning boyishly.
"It pleases me greatly that you all want to see me get better but it would be better if you all get settled in and fed."
"But," Brian starts.
"No buts," Hiccup interrupts, grin still on. "Just go. Brain and Holly, make sure the people are properly taken care of." Brian nods.
His 'tail' dispersed. All but Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout and Astrid remains.
"Come on then," Hiccup signals.
Hiccup staggers, following Toric. Every other minute Toric would turn back and stare. Their eyesight would connect with those battle hardened eyes. He felt uneasy in the man's presence. The soldier is unpredictable, and that made Hiccup wary.
Astrid quickens her pace and soon she reaches Hiccup. She stares through an ambulance door and nauseous suddenly claims her.
"Where you think-"Astrid says but is silenced when an ambulance back door bursts open.
A short plump boy with auburn hair springs out the vehicle, two soldiers in hot pursuit, one of them holding a sort of injection in her hand. The boy runs in Toric space. He grabs the boy like a ragged doll and throws him to the ground.
"Hold him down," The woman orders. She testes the injection, then brings it to the boy's neck.
"What are you doing," Astrid asks, hands fisted.
Suddenly, the boy hands shoot out and hammer the injection. It flies out of the woman hands and fall to the ground, smashed.
She growls.
"That's our last sedative you bloody pig," the woman spits in his face.
"Carry him back to the ambulance," she orders to the other soldier. "He's ran out of time. Do what needs to be done," she mumbles with forced sympathy.
"Yes surgeon." The soldier lifts the protesting boy and disappears with him in an ambulance.
"What are you doing with him?" Snotlout asks.
Toric grunts, "Don't you people ever stop asking questions?"
"He's run out of time," she answers, rolling her eyes at Toric remarks.
"Time for what?" Astrid barks.
The woman ignores Astrid's question, agreeing with Toric.
"We've got another one," Toric says, pointing to Hiccup, "ten minutes since fatality."
She runs her eyes up and down Hiccup's body before turning swiftly and saying, "follow me," wild red curly hair swaying with the rhythmic sway of her hip with each rigid steps. Her lean figure leads Hiccup and the rest through a series of turns and twist, peering into ambulances to see if it is empty but reemerging with a slight shade of green and a fierce shake of her head.
What seemed like an endless game of searching for a vacant van suddenly ceased when they found one. They sigh, followed by a grin-a grim grin though in these gloomy times.
"Surgeon?" Toric calls.
"Yes Sergeant?"
"I trust you won't be needing me anymore," He asks, hopefully.
"I could use a little help." She glances at Hiccup and smirks, "Can't tell I he'll be cooperative or not."
"I'll play along," Hiccup says, a bit out of patience. He taps his foot repeatedly, willing for them to hurry up and give him this 'miracle cure.' "How bad can it be?"
"Pretty bad," She grumbles, lifting herself in an ambulance and telling the others to wait. She comes back with a gloomy expression, and a bloodied hatchet.
"We're all out of sedatives," she sighs, glancing at Hiccup with true sympathy.
"Shit," Toric mutters. "And what about the lidocaine?"
"Finished sergeant," Toric growls and threw his head back. He grabs the hatchet and then walked to Hiccup.
"Woo-woo-wo," Snotlout protests, stepping in front of Hiccup and outstretching his hands, "what the hell you think you're doing?"
Astrid joins in Hiccup's defense-something which Hiccup has realize has been happening a lot and hissed, "You are not killing him."
Toric raises an eyebrow, testing the sharpness of the blade. He resists the urge to shake his head.
"He's not going to kill me," Hiccup says, after what felt like an eon of silence. His eyes are plastered on the ground, shuddering slightly. His eyes holds no light and are vacant, and as he meets Toric eyesight, he realizes there is no cure. He realizes there is no medicine, no injection, or no miracle cure for this 'plaque.' There is only one way, only one beam of light in the dark alley.
And even that isn't guaranteed safe.
But live in a state like that? That is not a file worth living. Heck this world isn't a world worth living. But he glances at Astrid and he realizes he didn't want to leave her just yet.
He barely knows her. He wants more time. His green iris moves to his other friends-his group. They need him-he needs them.
It is too soon to say goodbye.
It is too soon to give up.
A body part is worth giving than his live. He can live with that.
"Do what you must," Hiccup says, staring bashfully at the axe. "Just give me more time."
Toric walks to the laying body of Hiccup. Snotlout and Astrid though, didn't break their 'barrier.'
"This is my decision guys, not yours," Hiccup says, shaky, scared and fearful.
"But-"
"No buts Astrid. This is what I want," he says lowly, trying but failing to maintain a determined voice.
"There must be some other way Hiccup," she says. Astrid jerks her head to Toric and asked, "There has to be some other way."
Toric bowed his head, and shook it.
"This is the only way girl." He keeps his hard voice, but somehow- just somehow- the girl's feelings managed to move him; even if just a little, it did.
"No!" Astrid protests, "No! No!"
"Astrid," Snotlout calls, resting his hands on her shoulder. He presses his lips together and shakes his head.
"No," she groans. With one last attempt of changing his mind she turns to Hiccup, pleading eyes boring into his soul.
This has to be done, he thought. Their eyesight connects and no words needed to be exchange.
It has to be done.
Toric continues his path to Hiccup and kneels next to his bitten foot.
Astrid walks to him too, dropping to her knees. She stares at Hiccup menacingly before it crumbles. Her eyes softened, then her hands reach for his collar and she grips it tightly.
"Don't you go away from me," she warns.
He cups her cheeks and fakes a smile. "I wouldn't dare."
Astrid clasps his hands on her cheeks and kisses it. "You better not."
"See y-."
And before Hiccup could finish she crashed her lips to his and silenced him, blissfully.
Blissful however, cannot dare compare to the shock they feel through their bodies. It is beyond explainable. Their lips move in sync, and tranquility. Their hands grow clingy and neither wants to break the moment. But air was vital. A single tear treks down Astrid rosy cheeks and disturbs the serene moment. Hiccup brakes the kiss and snorts, Astrid joining in after giving him a playful punch.
"No goodbyes, you aren't going anywhere yet. Hiccup can only nod, too lost and breathless for words. He can smell the aroma of strawberry form her hair. Feel the smoothness of her skin. Taste the lingering taste of her on his tongue. Feel her body still pressed against his.
"Are we done yet," Toric asks, annoyed. Teenagers these days….
Astrid nods and rises.
"You might want to hold him down," Toric instructs.
Astrid drops to her knees once again and did as told. The nurse pulls a belt from her kit and straps it tightly to Hiccup's left foot. She helps Astrid in her task, and then the others teen follow.
This better work.
"Goodnight love," Hiccup whispers. He shuts his eyes, hands seeking for Astrid. Their hands intertwine and he squeezes it.
The nurse nods.
Astrid nods.
Hiccup nods.
Toric rises the hatchet above his head. He spares Hiccup a sad glance and then, like a flash of lightning, brings the axe down with a grunt.
Hiccup eyelids snaps open and a terrible pain runs through his foot. His body trashes like a man during seizure. His eyes rolls back and he squeezes Astrid's hands tighter. His jaw opens, and with it, came an ear piercing scream that scattered the birds from nearby trees.
Blood- blood is everywhere. It forms a small puddle around the boy severed flesh. Its scent lingers in the air. His colleagues attempts to shut the smell out but fails. The grass and dirt gobbles the blood down, but it was too much for them. It cloaks them in red.
Toric hauls the axe out and delivers a second blow. Astrid squeezes her eyes shut when his blood splatters on Toric's shirt.
The second scream is worse than the first. Its low, pitched with a few moans and groans. Most of the holders lidded their eyes and tried to block the screams.
But it shattered their weak defense and aches their cardiac muscles.
His body shudders, and so does theirs.
Toric heaves the hatchet out again and blood splatters on his face. He rises it above his head, tongue poking out his mouth.
"No, no," Hiccup moans. "Please stop." He outstretches his flailing hands and grabs Toric's calf. "Please.
Toric jerks the boy hands off. "Quiet boy, we're conducting an experiment. His muscles contract. He grips the hatchet tighter. His knuckles turns white. Toric roars and pummels the blade down to the boy.
The hatchet slices through Hiccup's meat, destroys strong bones and cuts through the remaining skin.
Everything went silent then. The boy wails dies slowly in a low moan. His eyelids closes and his head bangs somewhat lifelessly, and frightfully, on the grass. His face relaxes, as if his soul is being wisped away in a peaceful slumber. His muscles relaxes, and everything about him looks in tranquility.
The amputated body part falls slowly, tauntingly even. It hits the ground with a dull thud, but for the onlookers, it rings like a boom of lightning through their eardrum.
The blood keeps oozing out the fatality, coating Toric's hands.
His cheeks turns pale, and so did other parts of his body. He would have been thought dead if it wasn't for the rise and fall of his chest- the breathing strong-willed and promising.
But they are cheated.
Fooled.
The boy exhales a loud hissing breath-as of a snake. And like if someone had cut his trachea, it ceases.
And then after, his chest did not rise or fall.
"No!" Astrid screams, she caresses Hiccup's cheeks. "No you can't. You promised. Please don't!"
Toric sighs. He presses his ears to Hiccup's chest.
Astrid and the others give the man space, all of them hoping for a miracle.
They should have known better…
Toric straightens. He closes his eyes and shakes" his head.
Nothing….
"Everything's been quiet. The head has stopped coming and there has been few causalities, lesser than a week ago. I'm sorry to say, but the living has also stopped coming. A week ago they were fifty of us; now there is only twenty five, sick ones included. I don't know if I can hold on anymore. Everyone's dying. Who aren't are living in horrible conditions. Foods ok for now but even that won't last forever. I don't think anyone has hope anymore. Some have already drawn into themselves and just stare whole day. It's horrible. Five of our people have died, didn't knew them but they still were our people. The camps in a horrible condition and you won't guess who's running it."
Astrid jerks her bangs out her baggy eyes and then wipes her oily face with the back of her hand. A sniffle escapes her mouth. She watches the spirometer ticks away with no care in the world. Her lips are clamped between her teeth. She stares longingly at the pale figure laying on the bed.
"Hey there," she says weakly. Her hands reaches for brown hair and she ruffles it. "Wake up soon, everyone misses you. I miss you."
Astrid stretches. Her muscles ache. Her bones feels brittle. Her eyes yearn for sleep. Her nails are chewed. Wrinkles are on her face.
She knows it is stress, but she couldn't stop stressing.
She loves him too damn much.
Her sight becomes misty. She makes no fight when it comes; she just sighs and with it comes the 'waters of sorrow.'
This is a usual thing for Astrid Hofferson. Rise with the son, visit her friends, and then her fallen warrior and chew three hours on her nails, waiting-hoping for some miracle. Sometimes she would scream at him and other times, like now, she would break down and curse her and his, twisted fate.
She honestly thought she had lost him when he stopped breathing after the amputation. And she would have accepted it, honor it for she knew he had gone down with a fight. But now, when her eyes hover over him, she couldn't bear the image. She wonders why she is in here at all if she can't stand him.
This is another one of Astrid's common ritual. She would always have an inner battle with herself, debating whether or not the boy should keep fighting or move on… Those that saw her would say she aged eons during the few days. And indeed she has.
She couldn't bear to see him in this state anymore, she couldn't bear to see him as a damn 'vegetable.'
The machines that string to his body ticks and beeps like drums as they battled against death. His condition has become stable over the time and some people could say he would be ok. His left leg that ended in a thickly bandaged stump now lies cleaned. The reading of the spirometer that once ventured to dangerous levels now maintains a stable breathing rate. His stump has clotted and he would need no extra blood transfusion.
Thanks god, because he has use the last bag of his blood type.
The red colors of his flesh has start returning and most says he will be ok.
But now Astrid…
She wasn't paranoid; she just knows. She wonders if this is all a cruel mockery of the gods. Everything about this is false; his recovery, his miracle, everyone sayings that he will be alright.
Everything about him was false.
She still tries being an optimist though. She knows-only she knows. The nurse once had swept her aside and told her everything. She told no one yet, she just didn't know how. Astrid isn't him; she can't deliver a speech like him. He would know what to do.
But he isn't here.
It wasn't the biting and amputation scene all over again. No, the news the nurse told her is much worse. Before, he still had a fighting chance, he still could have fought; but now, laying here as a 'vegetable.'
All the cards are in the gods hands. And the gods are never fair to Astrid.
She threads her hands in his hair. Then kisses his temple. Her hands tangles with his and she rests her head on his rising and falling chest.
"Hiccup, love, get well soon. Everyone can't wait for your return." She kisses his bare chest and somehow, her hair has fan all over his face.
"I love you Hiccup," Astrid whispers and thoroughly means it, "I love you."
And slowly, she drifts off into sleep- a restless and nightmare plaque sleep; with the bite scene being played over and over again.
Another hopeless, but otherwise romantic habit Astrid has pick up since Hiccup had fallen into a coma…..
Lidocaine: numbs a particular part of a patient.
Well there yall go. He isn't dead, he's a 'vegetable.'
It's really hard trying to edit your story yourself. I really need to find a beta myself -_- No matter how much time you reread there will still be mistakes.
I had to erase a huge chunk of this chapter and transfer it to the other chapter. I'm sorry again for my procrastination but it could not be helped. Hope you guys, and gals, understand. Next chapter is halfway in progress so expect an early update.
I shall not say review because I don't think I deserve it. You readers can punish me by not reviewing, I won't say anything.
HYTTD 2 is awesome. I went to see it in 3D a week ago maybe but I see no difference in the 2D or 3D. Maybe my eyes have gone loopy, or I'm different…
Bye.
But come on, coma Hiccup is better than dead Hiccup right?