So, it all came to a face off. The Lu twins against the world.
Issue 3: the entirety of the northern hemisphere is gone. All there is is an endless ocean. The titans didn't come... though if they had it may've been prettier. Vast, dull, once again the world seemed to be pulling me into a blanket of blankness, a warm bed surrounded by a shroud, so deep that stepping off the bed... you best just not, folly. Folly equals death.
John didn't quite happen to enjoy life, but death definitely disagreed with him. Death was nothing to do with the comic book, it was something to do with the gun being held against his head. He didn't know much about guns, but he was fairly sure the sound of the safety being taken off tended to precede the shot.
He put a box on his head. He felt safe. The box didn't stop the bullet.
