Going Home (Completed)

It started with Covid 19. Millions died. The Delta Variant, however, shadowed those millions as it killed billions. Chaos had reigned as the body count rose and the less savory aspects of humanity lurched into the light.

Tul's last phone call had been to Max. "Stay there, Max! I'm coming to you! Max! I'm coming to you!"

Had Max heard? The connection had been horrible. Cutting in and out. Laden with static. It didn't matter. Tul looked down the road for a moment. Littered with cars, debris, bodies... it didn't matter.

His tear reddened eyes were resolute. Tul pulled his helmet on and gunned his motorcycle. He was going to Max. He was going home.

This will be my first attempt at writing for the public so please be reasonably kind.❤🍫🫖❤
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As this is solely created from the ethers of my own brain, nothing within the story should reflect on Max and Tul. I have no rights to their names nor imply that I do. Any pictures I may use are copyright to their owners.