If this story gets five diamonds, I will make a sequel.


Narrator: There was once a boy named Michael long ago. He was my best friend until the apocalypse. When it broke out we lost each other but never saw the other again.

Michael: Hey dude.

Narrator: Michael! I can't belive it! I was just about to tell these kids on how we lost each other when the apocalypse broke out.

Michael: Is this an other one of those long storys that go on and on and on?

Narrator: Maybe.

Michael: Well I guess since it's been like twenty years, I'll listen with all of them.

Narrator: It all began twenty years ago. . .

Young Michael: Hey!

Young Narrator: Hello. Why did this basketball come bouncing at me?

Young Michael: 'Cause I accidentally threw it. Could you pass that ball over here? Names Michael by the way.

Young Narrator: I'm Johnathan.

Young Michael: wanna play basketball?

Young Johnathan: sure, I'll play.

*screaming and running*

Young Johnathan and Michael: What's going onnn!!

Random person: RUN!!!! ZOMBIE!!!!

Young Michael: We better get out of here. . .


Part two when FIVE diamonds are put on this.