A couple years passed on, Loki and the others were surrounded by Zs.
Everyone was freaking out, they huddled together as they held their weapons. "We are out numbered!" Doc exclaimed worried as Loki shooked in fear. "We can't die now! We have to finish our mission with Murphy!" 10K yelled hopefully. "No! We can't! This is it!" Murphy said with a scared look on his face. Loki suddenly moved away from the group. "No... This isn't over... at least not for you guys.." Loki whispered out in a shaky voice. The teenager knew what he had to do. He suddenly threw himself to the Zs. Giving the others a chance to escape. "NO!" Murphy cried out with great agony. "Please... Go on... Live for me..." Loki's last words echoed as the Zs teared at his flesh. The group had ran off as they ended up at a wearhouse to stay the night. Murphy held Mr. Pepoleo quietly. Tears rolling down his face. That little boy from the mental hospital wasn't crazy or insane, He was kind, loving, caring, and funny. But Loki Washburn is now gone. Murphy felt like it was his fault, Mr. Pepoleo grabbed something from Loki's old bag and carried to Murphy. It had writing by Loki on it. He read: "Do not dwell on what is lost. Focus on what is founded." Murphy read the words on the crumpled paper in silent. Tears swelled in his eyes. He nodded with a cry. "I'll live on... I live on only for you, Loki..." He whispered out as he held the note to his chest quietly, drifting to sleep with the furry feline beside him...
The End. <3
