It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

"I understand. I could only imagine how traumatizing it must've been..." Dr. Way said sadly. I laughed at his stupidity. "That was the least traumatizing moment out of this story..." I admitted. "Would you care to share the next moment?" Dr. Way smiled brightly, making me smile shortly. "Well, I just wanted a friend. Someone to talk to. Make me feel like I'm not completely alone and invisible. So, I went on a chat room."

: WANTED : DEAD OR ALIVE : TYLER "MAD GEAR" JOSEPH JOSH "MISSILE KID" DUN ALEX "RENEGADE" GASKARTH PATRICK "YOUNGBLOOD" STUMP PETE "MR. BENZEDRINE" WENTZ : REWARD IF FOUND : : IF FOUND , CONTACT : BRENDON "THE GREEN GENTLEMAN" URIE {all respect to tyler, josh, and everyone mentioned in this fic} {{warning: violence, strong language, sexual content}}

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