The long road home

Fuck.

Al sat in the purple grass, feeling very pissed off about the situation. Why was he hating himself? Oh. Right. Faking his death. That thing.

Anyways, he was hungry.

He took out some of the leftover deli meat from his backpack, and ate a majority of it. He seemed to be hungry all the damn time. He also never slept, because he never knew when to sleep.

Why did he care about the girl anyways?

Wait a minute.

Did she even care about him?

Al decided to go through a door he hadn't for a long time.
He summoned the door and was ready for a nostalgia trip.

He stepped through.

He was beginning the journey on the long road home.

He was back in perziona.

The streets filled with black ooze.
The houses destroyed.
It was his fault.
The darkness had been here.
Its first victim.

He hated himself.
Not for Rizzy.
For this.

Here began his slow decent into madness.