After a day of travel, filled with eating, refueling on a nearby harbor, they had finally arrived at America. The three were still pretty sore and tired, they could barely move. They landed on top of a hospital helipad, where they were immediately taken into emergency rooms. Kyle, however, hesitated healthcare, knowing its cost and having a much more important priority. Doctors chased him as he ran out of the hospital, ignoring the fatigue and pain moving his body made. They fell behind, which was kind of embarrassing since they couldn't catch up to a man who literally spent weeks being tired. Kyle arrived in front of a doorstop, ringing the doorbell of a house he spent countless days of his vacations in. The door opened, a woman on the other side. It was the love of Kyle's life, the reason why he kept on fighting, they embraced. Having been so worried about each other. After a long hug, Kyle whispered into her soft ears. "I love you... Martha."
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Apocalyptia: Rewritten
Acción(This was a story where I tried too hard to be smart, it came out as forced and unentertaining. While it was also fun to write, I strongly believe that the absurdity of the original edition was more entertaining.) Four friends that were never used i...
