Time was slow, things were different, like on-a-whole-new-level different. Max talked less, I talked less. For awhile, I would say stupid shit to try and cheer her up. Like she could even be cheered up, like I said, a whole new level. And I can't forget that somehow, in some weird fucking way, my mom survived. Thank God, if the bastard even exists, or if he even gives a shit. My mother being alive is the only good thing going for us.
I also miss David, I dont know, not nearly as much as my actual dad, but.. yeah, things really are way different now.
I'm really worried about Max, we both are. There's nothing anyone can do to fix any of this. Which really sucks. On a whole new level. I hated this town, and I wanted to destroy it. But I never saw this coming, if I did, I dont think I would want to destroy it.
•Max's Point of View•
I keep thinking of what-who.. we found in the car. And the fact that this is what I did, all of the consequences I get for not giving up Chloe. Maybe I should. But I can't anyway. Either way, all of the life is just taken out of us. Except for the people that dont know Chloe exists, or dont care about her.
There's nothing I can do. After seeing that body, I just lost hope in finding any survivors. If we look, we'll just be even more torn.
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The Strange Hereafter
ContoThis is a "Life Is Strange" fanfic. It takes place after you sacrifice Acadia Bay. After Max destroyed Arcadia she must deal with the after math. The guilt, the memories, everything. It's hard for both Max and Chloe to adjust to what has happened. T...
