At Worlds End ON HIATUS

==> Dave: Save Texas first then the world okay? pt. 2 ((MOSTLY UNEDITED ;U;))

==> John: What have you done?

Your name is John Egbert and you are the biggest asshole in the whole world right now.

Why would you tell Dave that you were over. You knew that Dave loves you to the very end of Earth, yet you broke up with him. He looked so broken when you spat out his name. Agh! Why are you so stupid?! You, the asshole, bang your head on the wall multiple times until you see stars and horses. You get up and wipe away your tears.

Based on how they acted, you could bet 400 bucks that they were at Dave's apartment. You made it your job to make your way over there and give him your sincere apologies. Very, sincere. You grab your (not) small hammer and pick up the blue bandanna. This makes you feel even worst. You push the thought aside and tie it around your face. Guilt washes over you and now you can't ignore that stupid fucking thought. You start crying again but don't bother to try to wipe them away because it's just a steady flowing stream of salty tears.

You really feel terrible now. With the amount of bullcrap you've done in your whole entire life, this took the bait of most stupidest thing ever. Alright! Enough thinking about it, you have to get somewhere.

The city looks like a wreck. Yes, your house is right beside the city and yes, it's annoying as hell because of the cars. If you wanted an explanation of the colour of the house, it was for the sake of irony... it was also Dave's idea. You bolt out of the house and didn't care if the door was open, it was too low for anything to get in there anyways. Not to mention that you had one of those doors with the screen and then the main one that's just a brown wooden door. You begin running (sprinting) through the streets and try your best to avoid the undead that were flying towards you. There were some that did manage to get close to you but due to how skilled you were with swinging your hammer around, they weren't that much of a problem.

After about 25-30 minutes (it felt like it but, honestly, it was 13 minutes), you reach Dave's apartment complex. By the time you were there, you were covered in nasty-ass blood. Welp, that's what anyone gets if they use a blunt object for killing. Blood splatter everywhere. Well, thats what everyone gets when killing things, blood splatter everywhere. Anyways, you see that the lift still works (surprisingly) and begin to think if it was a good idea or not since Dave does live on the top floor and it also looked like it was going to run out of power.

"Ah, fuck it. Let's use it."

You press the up button and wait patiently for it to arrive. You hear a 'ding' and get up from your somewhat in tact seat and walk into the only functioning lift. You press 'roof' instead of floor 16 because the was an easier way of getting to his place since it was at the very end of the hallway and all you needed to do was go down one flight of stairs and boom, there ya go.

Surprisingly, the music still worked in the lift. It was fairly calming and made you feel relaxed knowing that there was some sort of music related stuff, maybe Dave has a mp3 laying around with all of his remixes. It took about 2 minutes or so to make it to the roof. You wonder why they made a stop at the roof. The first thing you see when the doors open is the good ol' stupidly coloured sky and flying dead bodies. You start to wonder how the bodies were even flying in the first place. Yeah, you've heard of the regular walking ones (they do exist but are fairly rare in the city, surprisingly) but you have never heard of 'The Flying Dead'. It doesn't even make sense. Thinking about this stupid crap is just giving you a headache.

You continue to walk (run) over towards the metal door while dodging flying bodies who are coming at you around 100 mph (not really)  but, luckily, you were very good at dodging things due to your dad throwing pies at you when you were young. You make it to the door and you fling it open. It sounded like it was going to come right off the hinges when you did that. Seems like you've gotten stronger over the years. Ugh! Enough dilly dallying. Stuff are going to start flying in and you're starting to feel sick with the polluted air. You (slam) close the door and take (yank) off the bandanna. You take a deep breathe and grin. God, air never smelt so good before.