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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO — STORIES IN THE ASH

They walked single-file through the wasteland, dust crunching softly beneath their shoes. The sun hung low behind a curtain of fallout haze—casting long shadows that stretched ahead of them like silent guides.

The world was quiet.

But their voices slowly filled the emptiness.

At first, no one said anything. Everyone was too overwhelmed, too stunned to be alive.

Then Cornball kicked a loose piece of concrete and broke the silence.

“…Hey. Remember when we all accidentally met for the first time?”

Mewo snorted immediately.
“Oh my god, the library incident.”

Shira smiled, the first genuine smile she’d had in hours.
“I still can’t believe they let us stay after that.”

THE LIBRARY INCIDENT

Randomiser groaned.
“Please don’t bring that up… I still have secondhand embarrassment.”

Toady grinned.
“You were the one who tripped over the book cart and domino-effected four entire shelves.”

“I DIDN’T KNOW THE FLOOR WAS WAXED!” Randomiser shouted.

Goober chimed in shyly.
“I was just there looking for a book… and then suddenly shelves were falling like… like angry Jenga towers.”

Norther added proudly,
“I caught three shelves with my body weight. Physics does not lie.”

Corpse.Bride laughed.
“And then that old librarian came out yelling like we’d summoned Satan.”

Yoshi shrugged.
“In her defense… it did look like a demon tornado hit the manga section.”

Mewo rolled their eyes.
“And then someone—”
They looked directly at Cornball.
“—decided to blame it on ‘a mysterious library ghost.’”

Cornball held his hands up.
“I panicked! I didn’t want to get banned!”

Shira giggled.
“The librarian actually believed it for like… two whole minutes.”

Toady smirked.
“And yet somehow… somehow after all that chaos…”
They motioned to everyone.
“We all left as friends.”

Goober hugged their backpack closer.
“It was the best accidental disaster ever.”

ANOTHER MEMORY — UNTITLEDGOOBER’S BIRTHDAY

As they continued walking, the sky deepened into a rust-orange twilight.

Goober spoke up again, quietly.

“Do you guys remember my birthday? The one where we tried to bake a cake?”

Corpse.Bride nearly doubled over laughing.
“Oh god YES.”

“To be fair,” Yoshi said, “we almost had it.”

“Almost?” Norther said. “Goober opened the oven and it was a molten blob.”

Randomiser groaned.
“We didn’t know you can’t substitute flour with pancake mix!”

Mewo added casually,
“And Toady put the candles in while the cake was still liquid.”

Toady gestured defensively.
“I thought it would solidify fast! How was I supposed to know it would swallow the candles?!”

Cornball imitated dramatic narrator voice:
“‘And thus, the cake began cannibalizing itself—’”

Everyone laughed harder.

Goober wiped their eyes, smiling softly.

“It was a mess. But it was the first time I really felt like… like someone cared.”

Toady nudged them gently.
“Of course we care. Always.”

ANOTHER MEMORY — THE MOVIE NIGHT

As the group crested a hill, they could see the distant skeletons of buildings against the sunset.

Norther said,
“My favorite memory is our very first movie night.”

Corpse.Bride rolled her eyes lovingly.
“Let me guess… because YOU picked the movie.”

“It was cinema,” Norther insisted dramatically.
“A masterpiece of artistic expression.”

Mewo side-eyed him.
“It was a three-hour German film where nothing happened except a guy walked around a forest talking about potatoes.”

“It was SYMBOLISM,” Norther shot back.

Cornball shrugged.
“I mean… the potato monologue went crazy though.”

Randomiser nodded solemnly.
“I still think about that line: ‘A potato is a reflection of the soul.’”

Shira added,
“I fell asleep on Goober’s shoulder halfway through.”

Goober blushed.
“I didn’t mind…”

Toady placed their hands behind their head.

“That night was the first time it felt like we weren’t just random friends online or at school.”
They smiled softly.
“It felt like a family.”

Everyone went quiet.

The good kind of quiet.

The kind filled with memories and warmth—and the realization that those memories were even more precious now.

A NEW MEMORY FOR A NEW WORLD

The wind picked up, blowing dust past their legs.

Yoshi stepped forward, pointing to a cracked road ahead.

“Let’s keep going. The outpost—if it’s still standing—should be that way.”

Mewo looked back at the group with a small, tired smile.

“Hey… even if the world looks like a burnt Minecraft biome now…”
They kicked at a pebble.
“We still have each other. That’s kinda cool.”

Shira nodded.
“Kinda really cool.”

Toady stretched and began walking again.

“We’ll make new memories out here too. Hopefully fewer involving running for our lives…”

Cornball chuckled.
“No promises.”

The speaker-cat strutted ahead proudly, like it was leading a parade.

And the group followed it—together—toward whatever came next.