The Last Kids on Earth

I'm sorry!

I shouldn't have called you ugly.

Uh, how you doing, big guy?

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Come on, bud, I just wanna go to the store.

I just need to get one thing.

- -OK, fine.

-Let's dance! -

-Dude, your mom's here! -

Psych! Whoa!

Ow! Uh...

I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Jack, and you are...?

Um... Blarg? Nice to meet you.

Uh, now that we're buddies, couple rules... friends don't eat friends.

- -OK, fine, but you asked for it.

Uh... Well, I'm gonna die.

-Ah! -

I can't believe I'm still alive!

I can't believe...

- -Whew!

OK, OK, tiny screwdriver, tiny screwdriver, tiny... Yeah!

Ka-ching!

-I got it! Finally! -

Yeah, I'll pay later!

Yah!

-Uh-oh! -

Whoa!

OK, show me your good side, if you have one.

Blarg: 40 feet tall, stinks like three-day-old flu barf,

razor-sharp claws.

Is he smelling my backpack? Never seen that before.

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Oops, overstayed my welcome. Gotta go!

Monster apocalypse, day 42. This is my home.

It used to be my foster brother's tree house,

but the whole foster fam took off on day one.

So now it's just mine and just me,

Jack Sullivan, postapocalyptic, action hero, tough guy survivor.

-Never scared, and... -

...and inside we go.

Current status... the world is cuckoo bananas.

Zombies and giganto-monsters have taken over my town,

-and also maybe the world. -

You probably know what zombies are, but just in case...

Spooky eyes, freaky moans, and if they bite you, you're one of them.

Undead.

But if monsters get you, you're just dead. Finito. Done-zo.

So, why am I making this video blog thing?

Well, one, 'cause I haven't talked to another living person in six weeks.

But also, so there's a record

of all the awesome things I've done.

Jack Sullivan, zombie hunter!

Monster slayer!

A kid with the time to play all the video games he wants.

It's like you're not even trying.

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See, I'm, like, genetically superhero-type equipped for solitude.

I'm an orphan, which means I don't have parents.

I've lived in a lot of places with a lot of different people...

- -...but I never had a family.

So, now my life is basically the plot of a video game.

I even have my own feats of apocalyptic success.

-For example... -

Yoink! Mad hatter. Steal the hats from five zombies.

Monster rider. Hitch a ride on a beast.

Look, Ma, no hands!

Hygiene Hero!

Maintain basic cleanliness after the end of the world.

Now pay attention.

There is one ultimate feat of postapocalyptic success...

rescue the damsel in distress.

June Del Toro, my crush.

- She's dainty and sweet. -

Let's go, you weenies! Out of my way!

-Move or be moved! -

-My arm! -Sorry!

She was the editor of our school paper,

so I joined the paper as a photographer.

I figured she'd see how charming I was, and it worked perfectly.

You call this photojournalism, Sullivan? I need hard news!

This issue isn't gonna write itself, people!

One time, she hugged Benny McCutchin,

so, I ran over and hugged him, and I got a secondhand hug!

Weird, but totally worth it!

I know... I know in my gut that she is still in town somewhere.

Uh, not... not as a zombie. As a regular.

And she'll see how cool I am, and totally worthy of being crushed upon.

- -And with that, I will complete

the ultimate feat of apocalyptic success!

Feat not yet completed.

But first, I have to fix this walkie

so I can reach my best friend, Quint, hopefully.

D-d-d-d! Bajingo! Captain Danger to Corporal Tiger-Pants.

Quint? Are you out there? Hello?

You're probably doing an experiment, or on the toilet, or both.

So, um, just call whenever.

I'm not worried that you're not responding.

I'm not worried at all.

Anyway, I'm here... alone. Just me.

OK, talk soon, buddy.

I hope you're enjoying the end of the world.

Forty-two days ago, when the world changed forever.

Jack, marvelous news!

Bottle-rocket launcher plans, complete.

-Rad! -Double rad!

Triple rad!

Wanna test its explosive capabilities after school?

Quint, that is 100% all I wanna do.

- Hey! -

Kid, your "sammich" stinks like squirrel butt.

It stinks, but it don't taste too bad.

Argh!

Why don't you...

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Pick on someone your own size, huh, Dirk?

Find someone my size, and I will.

Hmm, like a rotund panda bear?

Jack, we have a problem here.

Dirk won't be able to find a panda bear to pick on.

They're an endangered species.

My fist is about to make Jack an endangered species!

- -Huh?

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Quint, you know stuff. This must be a joke, right?

-Some prank show? -

-Huh? -

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This is fine. I love when buses do this.

-Buses don't usually do this! -

Uh, Jack?

Uh, Jack, what's going on here?

-I don't know, buddy! -

I don't think that was there yesterday,

because I'm fairly certain I would have remembered.

-Ugh! - June!

-June, behind you! -

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Whew!

-Come, friend. - Whoa!

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Hey! That's our cover!

-Excuse us! - Pardon us!

-Coming through! -

-Wrong turn! -

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Sorry. Feel better, guys. We gotta go!

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We must find someplace safe.

Joe's Pizza? It's Wednesday. Two-for-one slices.

Aah!

Dude, focus! Do you have your walkie?

Excuse me, sir, ma'am, zombie person.

That's my backpack!

-Got it! -Superb!

I'll go to my house, you go to yours.

No matter what, we stay in touch.

Deal!

Whew! There they are. Huh?

Hey! Wait up!

Lousy new foster family. I'm here!

- -Huh?

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You don't want to eat these brains. I'm not as smart as I look. Aah!

No!