Chapter 2: The Aftermath.
A handful of people come to greet the passengers and to their horror, they are met with the sight of Tito carrying a dead Bram towards the “White House” that at a time long ago Bram and his family dwelled in previous to the Great War. Tito, followed by Will and Angel ignored the cries and confusion of the crowd as he entered through the garage and marched up to the upstairs board room where Obama and the rest of the council awaited their return.
Tristan, a short and scrawny white male with shaggy hair that had grown out almost to a mullet became frozen in disbelief and couldn’t successfully dialect a complete sentence. He and Bram had known each other since they were in diapers and had done next to everything together since. Tommy, a swole Asian who’s a total dick proceeded to throw up at the sight of the corpse of his friend since his freshman year of high school. Lastly, Semaj Obama, a lean thin man who resembled the United States president in office about a decade or so prior kept his composure as always the sadness was unmistakable. Obama, the man from the radio, stared at his council one by one before asking what had happened.
“It was Rover.”, Will said, “he knew we were coming and he and his merry band of retards attacked. Rover himself stabbed Bram.”
“That’s impossible William, the retards haven’t come this far South in years-“, Obama began.
“Well, it’s not impossible if it fucking happened.”, Will shouted.
“I’ll bury him.”, Tristan cut in half-heartedly.
Everyone in the room stared at Tristan and knew that were in no place to argue. Everyone came to a mutual agreement and decided to grant Tristan his wish following a town meeting and symbolic funeral.
The next day the entire population of the town was rounded up where Obama addressed the situation at hand and offered the opportunity to say their goodbye speeches. Will volunteered to speak first, “Bram died the way he lived, putting others before himself. He died to save me-“, Will began but Tristan began to block everything out lost in his own thought. Tristan noticed the other speeches given by his closest friends from Trang to Naydelin, from Tommy to Chino and so on, but couldn’t be bothered to listen. Tristan was given the opportunity to speak but had turned it down, he had too much to say and didn’t know how to say it, so instead, he sat there in silence and awe. Holding his wife Abbey’s hand tightly he sat in silence until the ceremony was over and drove Bram’s jeep to his final resting place.
Tristan, a short and scrawny white male with shaggy hair that had grown out almost to a mullet became frozen in disbelief and couldn’t successfully dialect a complete sentence. He and Bram had known each other since they were in diapers and had done next to everything together since. Tommy, a swole Asian who’s a total dick proceeded to throw up at the sight of the corpse of his friend since his freshman year of high school. Lastly, Semaj Obama, a lean thin man who resembled the United States president in office about a decade or so prior kept his composure as always the sadness was unmistakable. Obama, the man from the radio, stared at his council one by one before asking what had happened.
“It was Rover.”, Will said, “he knew we were coming and he and his merry band of retards attacked. Rover himself stabbed Bram.”
“That’s impossible William, the retards haven’t come this far South in years-“, Obama began.
“Well, it’s not impossible if it fucking happened.”, Will shouted.
“I’ll bury him.”, Tristan cut in half-heartedly.
Everyone in the room stared at Tristan and knew that were in no place to argue. Everyone came to a mutual agreement and decided to grant Tristan his wish following a town meeting and symbolic funeral.
The next day the entire population of the town was rounded up where Obama addressed the situation at hand and offered the opportunity to say their goodbye speeches. Will volunteered to speak first, “Bram died the way he lived, putting others before himself. He died to save me-“, Will began but Tristan began to block everything out lost in his own thought. Tristan noticed the other speeches given by his closest friends from Trang to Naydelin, from Tommy to Chino and so on, but couldn’t be bothered to listen. Tristan was given the opportunity to speak but had turned it down, he had too much to say and didn’t know how to say it, so instead, he sat there in silence and awe. Holding his wife Abbey’s hand tightly he sat in silence until the ceremony was over and drove Bram’s jeep to his final resting place.
