𝙸 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙 [𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳]

💢Evidence💢

Tord sat by the door, waiting, for his close friend to arrive.
But.. It had been awhile..

Like over four hours awhile...

Where was he?

. . . .

"Paul?"

Paul turned to face a limping Patryk... He was.. Hurt, badly as it seemed, but the dark light hid his real troubles.

"P-Pat?!!" Paul dropped his car keys and ran over to Patryk, almost in tears.

Paul took out his flashlight, too make up for the loss of light, to see his colleague.
But..

He wished he hadn't...

He then dropped the flashlight and almost broke down.

"Paul.."
"You.. You're.. You're.."
" ..dead? I.. I know. "

Paul shook, a cure?! Pft! Without Pat to watch over it wasn't gonna happen! Paul was gonna die! He would have to kill Patryk and Tord and put an end to this mess! He would have to take over!!! He couldnt.. He was never going to be able to-do

"Paul!! HEy!! Hey!! It's.. It's okay!!"
" ..no..no it's not!! I can't live without you! "

Patryk stood there for a moment.

"But you can.. I'm right here."
"And you're dead you genius!!"
"And do you know how many times we've almost died?"
".. A ton?"
"Yeah! So chill! You're acting like a four year old!"

Paul knew, Patryk, dead or not, was the mom friend of Tord and Paul.
Well.. Besides Edd, of course.

. . . .

Tord started humming, something to do at least.

"Dude.. You're freaking me out." Tom said suddenly.
"..how?!"
"For one, you're sitting there just staring off into space, and for two, you have always been creepy in general."
"Thanks." Tord replied, a little frustrated.
"Your welcome."

Tord sighed and stared at his hands.
He didn't remember trying to eat anyone.
He knew he did.
He was a zombie.
But he didn't feel like he was.
He was dead.
Yet.. Why did he feel so alive?
Why was he.. Still himself.
He wasn't.

"Tord? You zoning out there."
"Hm? Yea I guess?"
"Something on your non-existent mind?"
"Something in your non-existent eyes?" He spat back.
"Rude.." Tom replied fetching his flask from the table.

. . . .

"... I'm just worried.." Paul replied.
" 'bout what? Me and Tord's situation? Well chill. Because I'm just green and bleeding. I'm not dead dead."
"Wow. Reassuring."
"Calm down Paul!"

Patryk stomped his foot.

"What are you, my mom?"
"No, but I can act like it." Patryk stated rudely.
"Gah.. I don't like any of this."
"And you think I do?!"
"I didn't say that-"
"I'm dead, Paul. Rest assured of it."

. . . .

Tom sipped his drink.

"Sometimes I think, if you had a radio station, all you would do is ask for calls about your problems." Tom spat, a little lit.
"Thanks, again, for the wonderful side comments, Jehovah's witness."
"You're welcome, Commie."

Tord turned around and faced Tom.

"I thought we were good now!"
"You started it." He said, with an evil grin.
"And I'm going to end it!" Tord replied turning back around.
"You are? Well.. Keep trying then." Tom took another sip and soon retreated, finally leaving Tord to wait in lonesome.

. . . .

"You are great at this. Let me reassure you of that." Paul choked.
" ..Paul don't start crying. "
"I'm not crying."

Tears streamed down his face.

"Yes you are, you two year old."

Patryk smiled, as he sat down and rubbed Paul's back as he couldn't focus on the task at hand.

And there was PLENTY evidence of that.