Author's Note

(DISCLAIMER: This chapter has no MLP characters.) Quick Rundown: This chapter takes place in the FNF universe, which is a popular rhythm game originating from Newgrounds, and it is where the characters and OCs come from. That's the very cut-down version for anyone whos familiar with the fandom already.

Also, even if you don't know FNF at all, these songs are bangers and nobody can convince me otherwise

Something I found the day of writing this was that some of the tracks I'm using here have remixes, so I'll be including them here as well, as sort of a "choose your own path" thing, allowing you to freely choose which one you want to experience while reading. On another note, I suggest you have a separate window open for the tracks because listening to them and then coming back to the story defeats the purpose. What I want is for you to have a separate window and read-along, that way you get the full experience. The goal, essentially, is for this to be an interactive story, like those choose your own adventure books and movies.

Boyfriend, or Bf as I'll call him, has the ability to solve his problems using singing, much like the Mane Six use the elements, being from the Friday Night Funkin Universe. Think of it the same way as you see how the Mane Seven defeated the Sirens in rainbow rocks, it's largely the same concept. Though because BF is from another dimension his and others from his dimensions style is very different. This is BF's power, just like how each of the Mane six has something special about them. He is able to wield this power at any time, against any opponent, including corrupted, and can use it both as a friendly gesture or as a way of combat, utilizing other influences such as firearms. This remains his preferred way of combat throughout the story.

All of these songs are easily available on Youtube, I even took the liberty of linking it in the story once I found out that was a thing to make it easier. this music is here for two reasons. 1: To add depth and tension to action scenes. 2: To showcase bf's powers, being from FNF. In essence, it is to immerse the reader in scenes even further.

In the time since I first thought of this, I've come up with full lore that I believe makes sense despite being a combination of lores from multiple franchises. I took the liberty of writing some admittedly very long blog posts that explain absolutely everything for anyone who knows absolutely nothing of the OCs and characters used here. Said blog post for this chapter is HERE. But if you want any quick answers if said blogs are TLDR then I'm easy to reach.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Part 1: Gun5l1Nger

“How many episodes are left in this?” Boyfriend asks, exasperated.

“Only a few more, hold on,” his girlfriend replies.

“That’s easy for you to say, you aren’t as tired as I am,” he replies slowly, his voice dragged out from exhaustion. Looking down, he saw his shirt stained from falling asleep with a bowl of extra-buttery popcorn. Across the room, he saw his infamous red-and-blue hat resting on the countertop. His cyan hair also hung in front of his face, not his best look…

For now, it was just a normal weekend for the two. They had recently come up with the idea of watching each other’s favorite shows for nostalgia and to kill time. They had fun at first, though after 3 continuous hours BF started to get bored from sitting in one spot for so long. It was nearly 1 A.M.

And he just wanted to sleep.

GF, however, was insistent to continue binge watching, he’d always wondered how she was able to go so long without sleep, maybe it was because she was a demon, he didn’t know, and frankly he was too tired to care.

They were an odd couple in every sense of the word, her being a demon and he just an everyday guy, besides his almost supernatural singing abilities. Despite their differences, they still loved each other all the same, and to the untrained eye that’s exactly what they’d look like, an everyday teenage couple. If only people knew the kinds of adventures they went on almost 24/7, this night in particular being one of their first free nights in a long while.

Eventually, he drifted off and didn’t wake up until damn near lunchtime the next day. He had never been a morning person, and their late hour the night before only intensified his morning suffering.

Getting up, he found himself alone in bed, in a sleeping position that looked like an X. “Shit, I missed breakfast”, he thinks to himself. “Hopefully GF has already made breakfast. I’ve always loved the waffles she makes, even if they’re Eggos she buys at the store.” He chuckled to himself before rolling out of bed, hitting the floor with a small thud.

He melancholically dragged his feet across the pink rugs of the dining room. He felt the cold stabbing polyester scrub against his left foot whilst feeling numbness in his right. Looking down, he confirmed he only had one slipper on. Mornings after nights with no sleep reminded him of the nights he’d wake up with hangovers, though not quite as bad.

He tucked half of his shirt in and scrubbed his eyes of gunk and popcorn, before using his hands to do a lackluster job of fixing his messy hair.

When his eyesight rose, he saw his GF daintily standing over the kitchen sink, washing plates as a square piece of charcoal popped out of the toaster behind her. She stared with an unblinking sight through the window and failed to notice BF entering the kitchen.

He shrugged, unsure of what had caught her eye so strongly. She had assured him he was tall enough to see through her peripheral vision

“Are you okay?” he asks

“AAH! Oh, I wasn’t expecting you. I thought you were still asleep.” She replies, visibly startled, her back now against the wall.

“How long have you been up?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She looked back at him, giving a wide eyed stare as if he had just grown 3 heads. She paused for a moment before replying.

“Come look at this.” She said, waving him over.

With a sigh, he made his way over, his feet dragging as if they were made of stone. What could possibly be so important out there that she stopped making breakfast?

Reaching the window he looked outside, though due to his short frame he couldn’t see much. Blowing some of his cyan hair out of the way, he looked out.

Outside of the window, and everywhere else for that matter, was a strange black substance with a staticy overtone, akin to a bad over the air TV signal, as if it was tearing voids into the landscape.

He watched as parts of it seemed to move aimlessly, no particular goal in mind.

“What is that?” He asks, confused.

“I... don’t know. I know as much as you do.”

“We should go see what it is.”

The two mulled over their options.

First, they could stay inside and do nothing. (For some reason…)

Second, they could try and call their friends, as another thing BF noticed was that there was no one around. This was especially strange because it was a Friday, and the streets should have been alive with foot traffic and car engines. It was something they had gotten used to since it was almost 24/7, and they couldn’t imagine anyone not from there to not be kept awake by the constant roar of car engines.

Third, they could head out and search for themselves. With how desolate everything was he doubted if there was any cell service.

Eventually he settled on the third option, as after he checked there was, in fact, no cell service. This again worried him, they lived in one of very few cities with total 5G coverage, which had allowed for the ungodly amount of streaming they’d done the night before. Staying in one place wasn’t going to help them either, only intensify their worry for their loved ones.

“Okay, let’s go.” GF decides

Upon stepping outside of the doorway of their apartment complex, they were greeted with much more of the black substance from earlier, and the substance below their feet moved in a way similar to starfish, some of the liquid forming tendrils feeling around the environment, creating voids of bad signals.

“What the hell is that?!” BF cried out in surprise, stepping out of the way as one of the tendrils attempted to grab him.

“I’m not sure,” She pauses, “let’s go see where that noise is coming from, I don’t see anyone around.” She said, putting her hand above her eyes to shield from the noon sun. “So maybe something happened overnight.”

BF was about to respond, but before he could more of the black tendrils appeared, this time much more intent on grabbing him. He simply stepped out of the way of the first few, but they just kept coming! Before he could really register it at least a dozen tendrils were on him.

"RUN!" He shouted. He grabbed GF's hand, taking them off into a sprint.

Everywhere they went it seemed to be the same, barren, everything from cars to entire buildings abandoned, as if everyone had just spontaneously disappeared. They couldn’t even find anything as small as a mouse, let alone a person.

Eventually, they lost the black tendrils that had tried so hard to grab them, the mazes of winding streets and alleyways between buildings working in their favor.

Nothing about their situation made sense, and they both hoped that somebody knew what had happened. Turning a corner, they finally spotted a familiar face, or back in this case.

Standing about 5 meters away from their position was BF’s best friend and former boyfriend Pico. He had been an old fling of BF’s from way before he met GF, but even after all that time they had still remained fast friends. Pico had even gotten them out of situations that could have gone horribly wrong on more than one occasion. Of all people who they would’ve wanted to find, he was the best one.

“Hey look! It’s Pico! Maybe he knows what’s happened!” BF said in a harshly hushed tone.

“No, get back!” She grabs his shoulder before he can step out.

“Why??” he replies, annoyance and confusion ever-present in his voice.

“It just doesn’t seem right, him being the only one we’ve seen since we left. I’m gonna throw a rock, get him to turn around so we can see him without him seeing us.”

BF stared at her, confused for a second, he had no idea why that would be necessary but went along with it anyway.

GF then proceeds to throw a small rock to the left of Pico, before dragging them both back into the alleyway to observe. Upon seeing the rock, Pico turned around.

And the sight stunned the two with momentary terror. Pico, or at least what they had thought was Pico, had that black slime they saw earlier covering his face, body, everywhere. They could only see small bits of his iconic ginger hair and green shirt to assure them it was in fact him.

His eyes were nowhere to be found, instead replaced with hyper-realistic ones that searched erratically for the source of the rock. He had his guns held in his hands, his head and appendages moving in unnatural ways, with elastic-like consistency, as if he had no bones. Some of the motions were blink-and-you-miss-it. One time BF could've sworn he'd seen his head straight up turn 90 degrees for a split second, only to instantly return to its original position. Pico continued to search, slowly pulling the hammer back on either of his guns.

“Holy shit, what’s happened to him!?” BF cries out, a mixture of terror and shock in his words. He'd hidden himself behind the corner again, pressing himself against the brick as he looked at her in wide-eyed terror, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he panicked.

“I don’t know, but we have to stay away,” she replies, somehow keeping her cool, or if she was as afraid as he was, she was good at hiding it.

The two of them continued to hide, listening intently as their former friend searched the area. They heard his soft footsteps as he inched closer to them. BF reached over and covered GF's mouth to quiet her breathing, and she did the same to him.

clomp clomp clomp

They listened intently as Picos footsteps grew louder. BF attempting to use the sound to guage how close he was to their position.

clomp clomp clomp

It got louder. He wasn't sure how he could've been tracking them. Was it their breathing? Despite their efforts that was still the loudest sound they made. Or was it just dumb luck?

clomp clomp clomp

By now it was nearly on top of them, and BF desperately gestured to GF to run when he gave the signal.

He held up three fingers, waiting for a few seconds before starting the countdown.

"One"

He spoke simply mouthing the words to her-

"Two"

"One"

Without warning the two of them broke into another sprint just as Pico rounded the corner. He immediately noticed them, quickly raising his guns and firing, the sound of bullets echoing throughout the alleyway they were in. BF reacted quickly, grabbing a dumpster handle and thrusting it in front of him, creating an impromptu shield/barrier. He didn't wait to see if it'd work, instead breaking back into a sprint to catch up with GF.

The two of them burst out of the alleyway, now running down the street as fast as their adrenaline-filled bodies would carry them. To BF's complete surprise, Pico had somehow gotten past the makeshift barrier he'd made, running at an almost inhuman speed towards them, a huge malicious grin appearing as he chased. He closed the distance fast, once again aiming the barrel of his guns at them. BF wordlessly grabbed GF's hand again, banking a sharp right into another alleyway, Pico following swiftly behind. He again grabbed another dumpster and threw it behind him, but could do nothing but watch as Pico fucking ran right through it. He means it in the most literal way possible when he watched Pico barrel through it as if it were nothing, the force tossing the thing hard up against the wall, it's contents flying everywhere.

This continued for a few minutes before the two of them could run no longer. BF lead them behind a parked car in a desperate bid to hide once again. They listened as Picos footsteps again made themselves known. They waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to find and shoot them, but it never came. BF cautiously looked over the hood of the car they were hiding behind only to see him staring right back at him.

That was when it hit him.

Up until then every opponent BF had faced could not kill him unless and until they beat him in one of the battles he'd become so infamous for. In the rush they'd been in he'd completely forgotten about his power, not expecting it to work in such a situation. He peeked over the car again, this time with one of his guns pointed at him. He waited for him to pull the trigger but it never came. Sure others could attack him like Pico had when he chased them, but once caught in a situation like this it flipped the script.

OST: Gunshot (BF vs. P1C0)

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BF sat tensely as he waited for Pico to begin. He could very clearly tell it was his friend's voice, manipulated by darkness, his notes seeming to meld together into a distorted mockery of what he actually sounded like. BF sat behind the car on the pavement, not wanting to look at the monster his friend had become, simply listening and firing back each time it was his turn.

***

When it was over he peeked back over the hood of the car, only to be forced back down again when a loud BANG emanated from Picos direction, the bullet bouncing off the hood and striking the wall of a nearby building.

OST: Bullets (BF vs. P1C0)

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This time there was no warning before Pico began again. BF firing back figuratively when it was his turn and Pico literally with hails of bullets that forced the two to hug the pavement to avoid getting hit.

BF’s fear of his friends' bullets quickly faded, replaced by grim determination as he realized what losing now would mean. If he died now, it wouldn’t just be the end for him, but also for his one and only. He wouldn’t let that happen as long as he drew breath.

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When it was over he waited in anticipation to hear anything from his former friend. His heart sank when he again heard his footsteps coming their way.

It hadn't worked.

And now they were done for.

Pico emerged from around the side of the cars hood, his guns trained on BF and GF individually. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except nothing happened.

“N0 P1C0, N0.”

Opening his eyes, he saw Pico seized up and seeming to try and fight back against whatever was controlling him, causing him to drop one of his guns and throw it to the side, before proceeding to completely break down, the smile leaving his face, what was left of it turning to a look of fear and anguish. The slime covering his face briefly retreated, revealing a face that was wounded and torn, as if he had died fighting. The one eye that was visible on his face looked at him, and BF knew what he was gonna say before he said it.

"RUN!" Pico shouted. He was fighting himself, one half of his face and body fighting the other, as if two people were trying to control the same body. His free arm threw one of the guns aside, before grabbing his other arm as it tried to again train the barrel on BF.

BF, taking advantage of what was happening, grabbed the gun he had dropped and shook it off. He wished there was something he could do to help him but he didn’t know how, so as much as he wanted to help his friend, he took GF’s hand and ran.

He started to to hear gunshots again behind them, one of the bullets hitting a nearby wall and leaving a black stain, from which more of the darkness emerged, tendrils extending from it, chasing the two until they lost it through the maze of empty streets and alleyways that just the day before had been filled with life, only to overnight become a desolate wasteland. Taking care to stay out of sight, they eventually stopped at an abandoned store to look for food and rest.

“What... Was... That?!” GF asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know, I’m just glad we got away.” He replied, before nearly collapsing, forcing GF to hold him.

“I... I don’t get it. This morning we wake up and everything is covered in some slime that can apparently “infect” people. We heard screams in the distance this morning, and the only one we’ve come across today is some kind of monster that used to be our friend!’ She babbles, her words barely comprehensible.

As much as BF wanted to cry himself at the loss of his closest friend, they had bigger problems at the moment. “We need to find somewhere away from here to stay for now, and then find some way to get food and water.” He replied head turned away from her to make sure they weren’t followed.

Part 2: Sp00K3D

The two moved through town, being as quiet as possible, avoiding any “infected” they came across and stopping at stores for food and supplies to carry with them. Everyone they came across seemed to look the same, or at least have the same things wrong with them.

What they all had in common was that they were covered in the slime somewhere and all shuffled about like mindless zombies.

They had no pupils, their eyes just white voids.

BF at one point saw GF’s parents but didn’t tell her, knowing what kind of reaction she’d have. As much as he hated to admit it, he would have settled for even THEM being alive. Eventually, it started hurting the two mentally, seeing everyone they once knew become whatever this “darkness” was. Survivor’s guilt was strong between the two.

By the end of the day, they were completely kitted out. As a result of all the looting they’d done, BF had exchanged his regular bright clothing for a pair of hunting boots and jeans, though he kept his trademark hat and shirt. He wore a backpack on his back, filled to the brim with supplies and ammo for the gun that once tried to kill him. His hair was a mess, but unlike the night before he didn’t bother to fix it.

His gun and mic sat in separate holsters on either side of his waist. GF had done similar, exchanging her heels for a similar pair of boots, though that was the only major difference. She had kept her red dress and everything else the same, though she also carried a similar backpack to BF, filled with the same supplies, as well as her own firearm.

In a rare moment of genius, she started using a mirror she had found to check corners to make sure there was no one there before they proceeded. They never did find anyone else, every street instead crawling with the strange slime.

They made their way across the land for hours until they came across a familiar, old, spooky-looking house. They both recognized it as being where the spooky twins hung out, standing out because it wasn’t nearly as covered as most other buildings they’d been in previously. Since there wasn’t anywhere else they could go, they decided to try staying there for the time being.

Upon walking inside, they saw that the place was as abandoned as every other building they had been in, except this place had already had an eerie vibe to it, only strengthened by the strands of corruption they spotted dripping from the ceiling above them, like pipes dripping water onto the floor below. They had to move carefully through these rooms, as they had no clue what actually happened to someone if it got them.

And they had no intention of finding out.

Turning another corner, they found out that they weren’t alone, a few meters away from them stood another of BF’s past opponents, hunched over with ooze dripping off of their shoulders, their heads moving in the same manner as Pico’s.

“Um… Skid? Pump?” GF asked, calling them by their nicknames. But just like with Pico, they didn’t speak.
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OST: Last Spooktober (BF vs. SK1D and PUmP)

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Just like with Pico, BF noticed that they were going much faster than he’d ever heard, almost to the point where he questioned if it was physically possible. Something else that dawned on him and made him all the more afraid was that they were fused at the back, they still had their eyes, but all black and had no pupils, a stark contrast to the all-white eyes everyone else had.

They still carried on with their childlike antics, laughing and doing their trademark dance, acting as if nothing was wrong. When it was over he was confused, mainly as to why they didn’t attack him. Despite this, he kept his eye on them, walking backward out of the building, turning around once they were out of eyeshot. However, their troubles were far from over.

Because in their haste to leave they had forgotten about the drops coming from the ceiling, a drop of the dark substance falling on his shoulder, and he didn’t realize it until it was already too late.

Part 3: D0pP3lg@nG@r

When BF woke up it took a little while for him to realize where he was, he was at the stage where his career first began. He remembered it like it was yesterday. Him singing against her dad for his first battle, where his legend was born.

It seemed like an eternity ago, yet here he was again. It was now that he realized what had happened, he was just walking along with GF away from their battle with the spooky twins when she cried out, and he looked down to see the darkness crawling up his legs, he remembered fighting back for a few seconds before everything turned black as night, and he woke up here.

Upon realizing this, he immediately scrambled to his feet to find his way back, however, he also noticed now that his position was completely surrounded by darkness, it seeming to expand infinitely in all directions, the stage he was on now feeling like an island on an endless ocean. Looking around the stage itself he saw who his opponent was. It was him, but a corrupted version of him.

He had the same general look as all of the other infected he’d seen, his eyes had no pupils and were dilated to an unnatural extent, and his entire back was covered in it as well. But other than that it was like looking in a mirror. Something that puzzled him was that in all the time he was so disoriented this copy of him had all the time in the world to attack him, yet didn’t, just standing there, bopping his head to a non-existent beat, as if waiting for him.

OST: Blue Balled (BF vs. B0yFrI3nD)

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Remix 3 (The BLAZINGMUSIC Remix)

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The music seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, the darkness surrounding the two moving with the beat, like the lines that move up and down on beatboxes. At his core, Boyfriend valued his music and career more than anything, although his girlfriend was a very close second (and that isn’t a fact he’d ever tell her because he’s not suicidal). But, when he was singing, no matter the context, if there was nothing (or everything) on the line, he always cared more about how good his verses sounded rather than how difficult it was for his opponent.

And this corrupted version of him was a perfect representation of that, going for a very aggressive approach while still sounding as good as possible. While most of the others he’d fought up until this point, like Pico, sounded more garbled, but still okay, this one, in particular, sounded almost exactly like him, aside from the typical distortions. Even though it didn’t seem like it, he could’ve sworn that this corrupted knew what he was doing, his verses just sounded too cold and calculated, not something you’d expect from what you believe is a mindless zombie.

While in his mind BF was battling the seemingly separate corrupted doppelganger, on the outside, from GFs perspective, it looked like a battle for control, like two people trying to possess the same body. Every few seconds one of them would seem to have control for a second only to be pushed out by the other. Interrupting each other as they did their verses.

The real BF eventually came out on top, the darkness seeming to reject him like a vending machine that had a dollar put in it the wrong way, throwing his body a half dozen feet. Getting up, he noticed GF standing not too far away from him.

Before he could get any words out, he was embraced in the biggest hug he had ever received from her to the point it was hard for him to breathe. Despite his discomfort, he embraced it, being glad that of all people at least the two of them had survived until this point. No words were exchanged, just a silent embrace encompassing them that seemed to last an eternity. After they were done, they walked off, no particular destination in mind, just one goal:

To find other survivors, if there were any.

Part 4: D3s3RteD

A few weeks later they found themselves in the desert, far away from what was left of civilization, they recognized this place as the same desert they had fallen into all that time ago after their plane crash, and how they were held at gunpoint while having to battle the captain of the tankmen, they were lucky that he was bored at the time otherwise he would probably have just shot them. Looking back on it now compared to their current situation, he almost wished they had shot him.

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“Uh, Captain?! What’s that over there?” Steve asked.

“What do you mean?” He replied, getting up from his chair and making the binoculars away. Looking through said binoculars, he saw what appeared to be some kind of enemy force, and it was moving quickly, a sea of black seeming to trail in its wake.

“Rally everyone!” He shouted, “I think we’ll be under attack!”

“Huh?!” Steve replied, confused, “But that doesn’t look like any army we know of.”

“JUST DO IT!” The Captain shouted back, Steve knew not to make him say something twice, even if he didn’t agree with it.

Having gathered their forces, Captain and Steve took turns using the binoculars, slowly becoming more worried as time went on.

“What are those things?!” Steve said “They look like civilians, but they’re headed straight for us?! What do we do? And what’s that black substance following them?!”

Despite all of Steve’s questions, the captain only had one reply.

“Be ready” he said, which he knew was code for “shoot them as soon as they’re in range.”

Laying his rifle on the sandbag fortifications in front of him, Steve prepared for a seemingly inevitable fight, questions swarming his and everyone else’s minds as to what these things actually were

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Suddenly, BF was very rudely interrupted from his thoughts by GF tapping him on the shoulder, to tell him that it didn’t look like they were alone in this seemingly empty abyss.

“Look! There’s some kind of fight going on over there!” She said.

Looking to where she was pointing, he noticed the tankmen that he had just been thinking about, and they were fighting the infected (that by this point he was too used to seeing, and didn’t like that). It didn’t seem like there was anywhere they could go where there was truly no one, corrupted or not.

Realizing that he was too deep in thought again, he looked closer to learn what the situation was. Once the two got closer they saw the darkness had just started infecting their ranks and they seemed to be losing the battle, not surprising all things considered. By this point, GF had realized what was happening too and looked at him

“Should we help?”

“I don’t see why not, it would be great to have some more friendly faces around.” He replied, unholstering the gun that used to belong to his friend.

And with that they started approaching the battlefield, once they got pretty close he remembered exactly where they were, it was the same setting as the first time they were there, he even recognized the speaker, sitting in the same spot as if no one had bothered to move it even after all that time. He also noticed the captain standing nearby.

He looked like shit, being covered in the same slime, and his head and neck moved in and at unnatural angles. However, His visor was cracked in multiple places, indicating that he hadn’t gone down without a fight.

He was standing in front of the speaker, with another surviving Tankman holding him at gunpoint, but he probably knew as well as BF knew that guns didn’t do much to the infected, just slow them down for a while.

Suddenly the infected captain spotted the pair and held up a gun towards them, it looked pretty similar to the one Pico held, probably the same model, all the while his head continuing to jerk around like ragdoll physics had been enabled.

Songs: Hgu, Ugsn, Rsetss, Desolate Wasteland, and A Familiar Face (Ugh, Guns and Stress with the letters scrambled).

(BF vs. Th3 C@Pt@1N)

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^^^Song 5 (A Familiar Face)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qT0DUxRea68

^^^Gameplay version

Nearby one of the surviving tankmen stood guard near the two while he fought, BF knew that if he lost and was attacked there probably wouldn’t be anything this survivor could do, but he appreciated the sentiment.

After it was all over, BF raised the gun and fired, causing the captain to stagger and fall over, BF knew that guns only slowed them down so he and GF, along with their new surviving friends, got away as soon as they could, using a tank that had been abandoned nearby. Because none of our group of survivors knew exactly where to go because everything everywhere seemed to be corrupted they just wandered the landscape, without any particular destination. Through all of the time they had wandered the landscape, they had only found two survivors, Sarv and Beepie.

They found the two hiding on top of a building, with a small horde of infected trying to get to them, the only reason they found her in the first place was that one of the tankmen just so happened to look up at the right time. BF remembered Beeps, she was another of his obsessed fangirls who ruined his and GF’s night at that anime convention and nearly killed the two with fire, Literally. At first, he was a little against taking her in but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind, after all, she DID apologize to the two and they had become friends after it was all over, but he never was able to see her the same way, he forgave, but didn’t forget. Packing back up, the survivors went on their way, riding into the sunset on their tank, presumably to find a place to stay.

It was the apocalypse after all