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5 Years later.
"Who are you?"
"Abram.."
"What happened, you look like shit."
"Everyone tells me that.. since- forever."
"Forever? Why.. that's a long time, isn't you think?"
"It is, forever is forever, eternal."
"And.. you've lived that long?"
Abram laughs, "No.. I haven't. It's just a joke."
"Oh a joke. But isn't- or aren't you too old to be joking around in such a world like this?"
"In a world like this I have it joke, keep myself to company. You know sometimes I talk to myself.. I find myself rambling, thinking about what could've been, what I missed, the opportunities.. my goodness, so many opportunities that I've missed out on. But I at least took as many as I could I like to believe."
"Opportunity, guess you don't have many now do you?"
Abram laughs again, "Who're you to tell em about opportunity?"
"Well.. you do have one."
"Oh yeah, what opportunity? Let me guess, death?"
"Well you could. I mean, the gun is right there. You could shoot it at your head, it'll all be over in a instant."
"It's not that simple really, you see a long time ago I worked for this company and I got up it's ranks and then.. then I became a leader, and I took a sip of immortality."
"Oh. That explains the forever part."
"Well yeah, immortality.. I can't die unless I completely destroy myself, a bomb would do it I believe. A gun wound would just hurt, but now it doesn't even hurt. I've just gotten too used to it. I remember the day it all fell.. I shot myself, over, and over, and over again. All bullets in a magazine of a rifle, drum mag."
"So you're really durable?"
"Yeah, you should know already."
"Okay, then take the bomb. Take it, end it if you want to. Take that opportunity or my other one."
"I'm not dumb." He turns around.
"I know you aren't, but I know you want to come out into the sun.. see it yourself."
"I'M NOT DUMB!" He lights the match, burning the slime abomination that spoke to him, completely destroying it almost at an instant out of pure anger. Abram gets up, he layed on a pile of bodies, in a warehouse he just cleared out. He looks at the bodies on the pile as the fire began spreading, lighting onto the bodies and then starting a fire on them, "History gone.. years and years of history gone at an instant." He says, putting on a mask. His beard got in the way and he struggles a bit putting on the gas mask, but he manages to do so. He then puts on the yellow hazmat suit, covering himself up completely as he opens the door. The red beans of the sun shine down on him as he looks outside, outside at the destroyed city of Los Angeles, now turned to a burning plaza filled with large hordes of the slime like abominations made from the sun. Giant heaps of these things roamed around the city, their steps loud as they formed into collosal masses of people all over the city.
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