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The Last Of The Living

Story by: JohnDoeNews
Drawings by: Willies Drawings

Finley and I are wasted. We are finally twenty one and we started drinking right away. We always talked about beer as if it was holy water. But the truth is, we never even tasted a drop.
I, Robert, am the brains of the two of us. I like math and science. My brother is all muscle. He likes to check out the girls in the gym. Who doesn't know any better, would never guessed Finley and I are twin brothers.

But tonight we're like one. Drunk, singing and laughing we stumble trough the streets. Leaning on each other, we stay in balance.
You think...” Finley mumbles in my ear. Way too loud and way to close. “You think of beer! Gross!”
Oh no!” I try my best not to vomit. “No! I can't think of beer anymore! Please stop talking about beer!”
But you think of it!” He rubs his nose in my neck and starts sniffing me. “You think of BLEGGHHHH!”
I can feel a wave of this nights dinner, port and a lot of beer dripping down my neck. And then my spine.
Did you just...?” Before I can finish my question I vomit all over my brother. “Oh step aside!”

We try to walk home, but that seems to be a problem. Walking seems quite hard, when you are wasted. I got my shirt in my hand, and neither of us knows where my brothers shirt went.
I'm cold, dude.” My brother grabs the shirt from my hand and looks at it. “Gross! Dude, why are you walking around with this?” He tosses my shirt in a ditch.
That is my shirt!” I walk to the ditch, to get my shirt, but the ditch is steep, and filled with muddy water.
Leave that old shirt.” My bother waves the shirt goodbye. “Bye old rag. Has been fun!”
You're right.” I want to turn back to my brother, but I slip. “Finley!” I yell But crying for help is too late. First I go flat on my face, than I slide down the mud, and before I know it, I dive face first in the ditch.
Robert!” I can't really hear him, but I think that is what he says. I feel him grab my ankle and pull me out.
Gluburb” I spit out the mud and try to grab anything. I do not want to slide back in.
Fuck!” Yeah, Finley likes the F-word. I hear him slide, and feel his boot in my face. Then I hear his head hit the ground. “Fuck that hurts!”
My nose!” I scream. I don't know if I feel mud or blood in my face.

The next morning I wake up. We're lying head to toe in a ditch, right in the middle of no-where. We're missing some clothes, and are covered in vomit, beer and mud.
Where the fuck are we?” Did I tell you, my brother likes to say fuck? “We didn't fucking walk all the way here, did we?”
I don't know”I look around and all I see is a bus stop. “There. At the bus stop, we can see where we are.”
My head hurts.” He rubs the back of his head and looks at his hand. “No blood...”
I think I broke my glasses, though.” I wipe them clean as good as I can, and see the broken glass. Luckily I can still read the bus stop sign. “We're in Funeral Ville! Oh dude, we have quite a walk ahead.”
Funeral ville is a little farmers village, just outside Marterdam, the second biggest city in the land.
Why the fuck are we in funeral ville?” Finley gets irritated by the thought of long hike home. “Fuck it! I take the bus!”
I don't think so.” I know he's going to say fuck next. “There is no bus on sunday.”
Fuck!”

We're walking in the burning sun for hours now, and in the distance we finally see a man.
Oh finally!” I was so happy, because we didn't see anyone since we woke up. This was normally a busy road. “Maybe he can give us a ride!”
Or a beer!” Finley almost drools when he yells it. He reaches his arms out the the stranger in the distance and starts whining. “Beeeer! Beeeer! BEEEEER!!”
Dude!” I try not to laugh, but I fail. “Haha! Are you sure you want beer right now?”
Look!” Finley isn't even listening to me. “He's playing along!”

The Last Of The Living

The Last of The Living is a story by JohnDoeNews, with artwork by Willies Drawings.

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