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My friends are so cool wtf💔

“As we ran, the hoard followed. There had to be hundreds of them, their grey, rotted skin seeming to fall off with every step. As we ran through the streets, I saw a rare sight, Ty scared. He isn’t smiling, not anymore. They were getting closer and closer. I turned around, stopped, and shot a few, before my pistol ran out of bullets. Ty grabbed my hand and pulled me along side him. The gurgling from those things was getting louder. We tried to turn onto Abraham Street but there was a giant, whose eyes immediately snapped onto me. I turned around to look down the opposite street, but a pack of those flying shits were there, not yet noticing us but still making that area unavailable. I looked to our last option, straight ahead. Even though there wasn’t any other options, I didn’t want to go that way. It leads to a cliff. Ty started dragging me again, going straight. I tried to protest but the gurgling and giant stomping slowly made it so he couldn’t hear me. We reached the edge of cliff, looking down what was probably 150 feet. Ty yelled in a mix of annoyance, anger, and fear. We turned to stare at the football field of those fucks, they were getting closer. I desperately scanned the hoard, trying to find any gaps or weak points, none. I looked over at Ty. He was smiling, but not his usual fake smile to make it seem like he isn’t scared, no, it was genuine. He looked back at me, now staring into my eyes. He let go of my hand, then took off his red sweater, now showing the white T-shirt even I didn’t know was there. He stepped forward. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. He looked back at me and smiled bigger, and I could finally see that spark in his eyes I hadn’t seen since 11th grade chemistry. He put his hand on mine. He left it there for a second, then lifted my hand off. I let it fall. I tried to move more but couldn’t, I can’t explain why. Ty walked, then ran forward. He began waving his sweater, then yelling. Those things turned their heads to him, then started running at him specifically. Ty walked to the side end of the cliff and started jumping, still waving his sweater and yelling. Those things were now just a few yards away. Ty chuckled, then threw his sweater away and jumped backward, the rotted creatures following. I watched as they disappeared over the cliff. I finally snapped back to reality and ran to the side of the cliff. I look over and saw all of them, that black sludge they call blood splattered all over. In the middle of my vision, he laid, his white shirt now covered in red and black. His sweater laid beside me.”

“I walked back down the path, after a few minutes reaching town again. The Giant had disappeared and so had the Gargoyles, they likely heard the stomping and attacked it, but I’m not sure where they went. I continued walking, saw some trampled bodies I assumed were the zombies I shot in the head during the chase. I turned onto Scotland Street, and that’s when it all really hit me. I threw his sweater onto the floor in front of me and fell to my knees. I fell further, emotionless. I rolled onto my back and stared at the blue sky. Why couldn’t I move. I could’ve saved him. I should’ve pulled him back when I had the chance. It was my fault. It was my fault. I’m sorry Tyler. I grabbed my pistol from my pants and put it in my mouth. I pulled the trigger, just a click. I used my last few bullets on the geeks. I threw it away and felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time, my eyes, getting wet. The water fell down my cheeks, then again and again. I stayed on the ground for what felt like an hour, maybe more, I just know the sun moved from above my feet to directly in my eyes. I was awoken from my trance by a sound, a meow. I turned my head upward and saw Zee. He licked my forehead and purred. I finally mustered up the courage to sit up and grabbed him. I put him in my lap and I pet him. He settled into my lap and continued to purr. I lifted him up and kissed his head. He climbed onto my shoulder as I stood. I picked up his red sweater, then tied it around my waist. I grabbed my gun from the floor, then I continued walking.”