Most people that say that have never even had a drink. Obviously you can have a lot of fun without alcohol but there is nothing wrong with having fun while drinking.
All my note worthy fun time, involved alcohol. Not a lot because I don't like to throw up, but enough alcohol that if it wasn't part of story it would seem strange.
And so i sat there, eating a salad, and blood dripping down the wall. Oh, did i start a bit to far ahead? I'll just start from the beginning. I was actually also eating a salad that day. On that day i thought everything was fine, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming. Then my friend, let's call him Joe, came rushing into the house. He was in a panic telling me to pack only my essentials. (Will work on later)
I left my salad behind and reached for the photo albums but all the photos were missing. "No time," Joe exclaimed as he threw my clothes in the truck. "We need to leave, now!"
That's when I noticed the blood all over his clothes. "What the fuck happened Joe?" I exclaimed in anger and confusion. Joe just looked at me with frightened eyes, hinted with a tiredness. He ran his hand across his mouth, "Fine, you want to waste precious time arguing?" He shouts, "Your....your family is dead Alex.". As that last syllable fell out of his mouth, my body went numb, and all was quite as his words hit the floor with a dull echo. After a while I regained my senses, or at least I regained anger. "What..." I gave out an angry sob," What happened to them, and.. and why do we have to run?". He looked at me as if I was the one that killed them, then again it doesn't help that I've never shouted at him. "I have no idea what they were Alex. They were just torn apart in front of my eyes. I just met your wife and kid on the street when..." Tears were running down Joe's eyes, "These, these monsters came up and started to tear them apart. I had no idea what to do Alex, so I ran.".
It was at this point he was in a completely broken state, crying like I've never seen a man do before. I went over to him, my body still slightly numb, and drained from the rage. I put my arm around his shoulder and comforted him. We sat by the truck, while we both shed tears for my family that died, the only difference is that his tears were accompanied with "So I ran..." repeated softly. (jeez, now I want to complete this story...and show y'all the ending I came up with)
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