Fred and I sit there. We are both feeling depressed. I grab the pistol. "What are you doing?" He asks. "I'm done" I say. I point the gun at my head and put my finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. Fred jumps up and redirects the gun. "Stop it." I say. "We still have more to live for! You can't give up that easy! Maybe we can travel to some other place, but I'm not letting you shoot yourself!" Fred says desperately. "Fine. I won't do it...yet." I say.
We both sit there again in silence. I think about Ben. I think about my mom, June. I think about my brother, Marcus. I think about my s****y dad. I cant even remember his name. I think about Cindy. "Cindy..." I say. "What about her?" Says Fred. "We need to see if she's still alive." I get up and grab supplies. Fred says, "You can't go out there! You'll die! Why are you even trying to look for Cindy!? She's stupid! She a b-" "She's my girlfriend, Fred." I say. "What?" He says. "Yes, we're dating." I declare. "S***. Well you'll probably kick me out of the treehouse if I don't help, so I guess I will" Fred says. "That's right...I will."
So we make our journey to the school.
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The Apocalypse
HorrorAn 8th grade boy tries his best to survive the end of the world. Who will he meet, or, what will he meet?
