[ based on my 2018 'I Need Your Help' zombeh tord fanfiction. ] It had been four years since Edd and his friends had stepped into their new apartments. Plenty of adventures had been had and more will still occurring. It was a decent time, an oblivious time, but a decent one. Stability and normalcy never existed, so none of them were too worried about it coming back. They were never, but always, prepared for whatever would be hurdled towards them. This time, like many others, it was a deadly virus, and an annoying house guest. How do you tell someone who you've rescued and then rightfully murdered at least four times to go back to the grave? (Or where ever the hell he came from this time?) They all thought he didn't need friends anymore, and so did he. But an apocalypse changes people. . . . Well, literally, obviously. It's an apocalypse. That being said, do they really have to help him? Apparently. But they'll make sure to do it very passive aggressively. Here we go again. [ og cover art credit - https://dditjmej.tumblr.com/image/613145684450983940 ] [ 2018 ver - https://www.wattpad.com/story/153048858-%F0%9D%99%B8-%F0%9D%99%BD%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%8D-%F0%9D%9A%88%F0%9D%9A%98%F0%9D%9A%9E%F0%9D%9A%9B-%F0%9D%99%B7%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%95%F0%9D%9A%99-%F0%9D%99%B2%F0%9D%99%BE%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%99%BF%F0%9D%99%BB%F0%9D%99%B4%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B4%F0%9D%99%B3 ]