Doudy Alternate Ending

When Perry awoke from her sleep, riddled with unnerving dreams, she felt weak, like the weight of the world was resting on her frail shoulders. She buckled and sat, rigid, on the hard, gelid floor, praying that everything that had happened was a dream, or a hallucination or a horrible trick. It wasn't. The world was gone, her family was dead and she knew that despite her unrivalled efforts, she couldn't reverse what had happened. “DOUDY!” she screamed as she stepped out of the bunker and walked toward him. Doudy. The son of Earth’s very own Gleighton Goose, entertainer and legendary blockhead. Doudy wasn’t thick like his father but Perry still hated him. His intolerable positivity, his blissful naivety, the fact that he was oblivious to everything that was crumbling down around them. Perry wasn’t naive, she couldn’t just pretend that she was okay. The only reason that she hadn’t abandoned him in the post-apocalyptic badland that was their city was because she would be lonely. At least with Doudy, she had someone to take all her pent up frustration
She couldn’t stay in the place that had the audacity to take her beloved parents, brothers and friends from within her clutches. It felt as though the city was laughing at her. Punishing her for her selfish ways and for abandoning the people that needed her. And know she was abandoned, feeling exactly what they felt. On the verge of tears and with Doudy close behind her, she held her face in her hands and gathered her thoughts. She knew that her parents would want her to have strength for them and have strength for the place that they had all once loved together. Doudy and Perry walked silently for kilometres, out of the city, searching for a place that seemed more hospitable. A story uncovered itself in Doudy’s subconscious. A story about a forest that shield people from harm, a place that Doudy could only dream