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no hope

"Dylan, why the hell are we stopping?"
Thomas said anxiously, seeing the road behind them filled with six of the infected on their tale.

"Look, look, look! LOOK!!"
Dylan said with slight panic, pointing at something in the orangey blue sky.
"Its a HelicoPtEr! Holy shit!"

"Dylan- Dylan what are you doing?!"
Thomas said with panic rising as Dylan started fumbling with the door handle, getting out, pushing newts hands off him, waving his arms maniacally. Yelling "SOS!" and waving around, shooting the cannibals whenever he could. His scream was louder than ever, and his arms were higher than ever. He was desperate for more signs of humanity. The golden dog was barking at both boys, and trying to run out. Newt got out with his small barrel gun, saving Dylan's ass from the walker coming up behind. Shooting the three that were left, going over to make sure they where dead. He was about to bark at Thomas to stop screeching because he was at his breaking point of ferocity as he heard more skin eaters walking out from the woods.

But it all stopped, and soon turned into... Celebration, as the helicopter dove down slowly. Wich Thomas also dove down to pick up the dog and stuffed it in a backpack, staggering to the ladder.
"Sorry, buddy" he whispered to the miserably stuffed dog.

"Tom, Thomas look! They're coming!"
He sounded like a child, and he wore an exultant smile as he dispatched some of those disgraceful cannibals. The helicopter came closer every second, and they could see two people, just couldn't point out who.
The wind blew Thomas's hair back as he stumbled to the ladder they dropped, Dylan helping him up with his bum leg.

He didn't listen to Dylan's curses because he knew he'd handle it. Whatever it was. And also, fight for flight kicked in, and he fancied flight. He heard gunshots behind him but kept going. He kept striving up until his hands touched metal, and some chinky guy hauled him up, throwing him into some other guy who didn't let go. In a soothing way.

The chinky looking one kept shooting at what was below them, yelling to Dylan
"Keep holding on, I got it!"

And Thomas held his breath. Had me made a mistake in not looking back? Had he just possibly killed his companion? He felt the other guy hold his head, rubbing soothing circles on his back. He'd have cried of nostalgia if they weren't under such stress-inducing situations.

You have no idea the extensive breath he let out when he finally saw Thomas's rough hand grab the chinks. He didn't know why the fuck he cared so much, but in the 48 hours, they've been together he... He learned quite a bit. He looked up to peek at the man that was holding him, only to find out it wasn't a man at all. It was a girl with almost a buzz cut and extremely manly hands. Rosa...?

He was all about proper introductions, but the world had possibly just ended, and some guy he knew from college, or his old best friend, that saved him was more significant than some girl with manly hands.

The girl had that fond look in her eye as she saw Thomas and the chink hug, smiling the slightest with tears in her eyes.
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"How the hell did you get a helicopter, ki?"

"Rosa's uncle!"

The supposed guys' name was ki... which sounded very familiar, and as he was pulling the ladder up, he carried a huge smile.
"Dylan!"
Another girl said- but Thomas was concerned about rosa. He knew rosa. He knew rosa! He turned to look at the girl above him, and sure enough

It was rosa.

You best believe he hugged her tighter than embraced... he hugged her just so damn tight. letting out a huge sigh of relief.
"Holy shit, I thought you died."
She sighed, and he laughed. He laughed, that laugh with mirth. One that was loud, and mixed with tears. And the over joyous moment for all as he soon remembered these were the kids he'd auditioned with, the people at Jorge's cafe! Damn, was the world miniature, and he was thrilled he knew these people.

"Is that Thomas?"

Dylan answered ki with a huge "yes!"

And they soon all got in on one big giant hug that made everything appear okay. Everything was okay, momentarily at least. All of their hearts felt content knowing they had run into people they trusted.

Dylan was smushed into Thomas's neck, and for someone who'd been at an end of the world state, Dylan's smell of cheap cologne still smelt heavenly.

"This is such a coincidence."
Kiya chuckled, ruffling what hair rosa had. The dog leapt out of Thomas's backpack, running up to snuff Dylan, seeing how all of them ceased to acclaim the little doggy

Wow, had he missed these dumb folks.
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Rosa's uncle was a brazen, welcoming man with a heavy Hispanic accent. He just had that golden aura, and Thomas automatically trusted him. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he for sure did. Thomas hadn't felt this happy since he got accepted for the audition, and his eyes smiled. He was beaming with glee, and he could barely contain it as he sat next to Dylan. This made him forget there was a pandemic, made him forget those walking abominations were a thing. He felt happier when he was next to Dylan, solely because it was absurd not to laugh around him. He really let loose around his friends who also let loose, overlooking about the real world. All feeling like high schoolers.

And... Thomas had hope.

Dylan, for a change, was genuinely smiling. He watched Thomas interact with his friends and decided using all the medical supplies was worth it. Decided to carry an additional load was worth it. Decided almost being torn to guts by skin eaters was worth it, just to get his dear beloved friend in this heli.

Spending two days with someone during an apocalypse is a weird thing because it bonds trust. It bonds you, because... They've seen you at your corrupt. Maybe there was more to befall.

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