Alucard and Alan vs. The demon apocalypse

Alucard and Alan vs. The demon apocalypse

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[picks up phone] Me: Hello....Hello! Alucard: It's me. Me: Oh! Hey Alucard what's up? Alucard: Im lonely. Me: Uh okay and? Alucard: Can you come over. Me: Uhh I don't know if i can you live far from me. Alucard: Oh yeah that's right. Me: And why are you lonely? Alucard: Because no one loves me. Me: What?! Dude everyone loves you man! You're like the best one out of my three thousand six hundred forty five friends. Alucard: Really? Me: Yeah man! Alucard: Haha! Thanks! Me: No problem bro. Alucard: You know all this time I've been in your closet. Me: WHAT THE FUCK R...REALLY!? Alucard: Yes, I've been watching you ever since you were little. Me: So you're right.... Alucard: Yes, I'm right behind you. [Opens closet doors] Me: HOLY SHIT! Alucard: So are you ready for some fun! Me: Wh...What!? Alucard: Take a good look outside. What do you see? Me: What happened? Alucard: The apocalypse has started. Me: What apocalypse? [See you in the next chapter!]
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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