PART FOUR
The End
ZACARIAS
5:14 p.m.
This day has a few wonders.
I tracked down a Last Friend in Albert. Our closest companions are going along with us on our End Day. We've beaten feelings of dread. Also, we're currently at Clint's Graveyard, which gets high applause on the web, and this could be the ideal stage for me on the off chance that I grow out of my weaknesses—in the following couple of moments.
From every one of the motion pictures I've seen, bouncers are regularly difficult in their methodologies and totally scary, yet here at Clint's Graveyard there's a young lady wearing a fitted cap in reverse inviting everybody.
The young lady requests my ID. "I sincerely apologize for losing you, Zacarias. Have some good times in there, OK?" I gesture. I drop some money into a plast
