Karkat Vantas and Dave Strider had just suffered from the loss of their dear friend John Egbert. Both gave one another a tight hug; after they continued their journey on. It was whimsical throwing themselves upon what takes ahead. A year... or maybe two go by. Though to be honest. They never kept track as the days got slower,, Longer. Even with the find of food from friends they meet on the way, who join their journey they began to loose hope. Soon they realized it was apocalyptic. Both the troll and human realized they each were slowly going insane. They suffered severe insomnia, depression, and possible pain caused upon themselves. They soon split up. Meeting up caused threat and fear for one another. They fought, and fought; and fought. Neither of them wanted to but they felt as if they must. As the fight soon came to an end as the human; Dave Strider passed out. Exhaustion hit him, as Trolls have more of a stability, they cannot go for long along with Humans. "Dave?" Karkat spoke. "What the hell are you doing. Get the fuck up. We aren't finished." His voice turned peckish, his face pale. Shock tore him through down his throat. He finally realized. It was a goodbye. Nights went by, Karkat never left Dave's side both slowly fading away leaving nothing for their trail. Dying before one could say... "I love you."
