Apocalypse Within The System [OM&M, AA, BMTH, PTV]

One

this is like my third time re-writing this I think I'm going to explode.

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Chapter One

Blake's POV

"Fucking bugs," I murmured, swatting away more bugs with my hand as I sprayed more bug spray on myself. The mosquitoes were currently swarming me and my fiance, Mike Fuentes. He still insisted on sitting outside because "the sunset was dope tonight." His words, not mine.

Mike chuckled. "They're only bugs, Blake. It's not like they're going to kill you," he teased.

"You know, mosquitoes can kill you," I pointed out.

"Yeah, in like, Africa. We're in California so I think we're safe."

"Oh my god, Mike!" I screamed, jumping up from my chair as I pointed at his arm. There was a huge bug that was definitely no mosquito.

"Wow, that's a big one," he said, flicking it off of his arm and squishing it with his shoe. A giant puddle of green slime took place of the bug before it started to morph into a bug again as it flew away.

"What the hell?"

One Month Later

I would've done so many things differently that night. I wouldn't have let Mike become so exposed to those things. A few hours after the bug bit him, he died. I remembered how scared I was when he collapsed, and when his eyes became lifeless, you could say a part of me died with him.

I've been hiding in this city for a month now, being very cautious of everything. I was pretty sure that I was alone because everything around me was completely deserted.

"Blake?" Someone asked. I looked up, my eyes widening when I saw my high school enemy, Alan Ashby, standing in front of me. He was the school player because he played guitar and had a lot of friends. He didn't hesitate to make fun of my pizza face back then. Now that I'm older, I'm completely acne free, thank God.

"Alan? What are you doing here?" I asked, the surprise prominent in my voice. I thought I was alone, and I definitely wasn't expecting him to talk to me out of all people that could possibly be alive.

"I almost didn't recognize you without all of the pimples," he teased. "Anyways, I came down to see if any of my friends were still alive. No luck so far," he added.

I sighed. "This town is deserted," I pointed out.

"Hey uh... do you want to go to San Fran with me?" He suddenly asked.

"I'm sorry?" I was taken aback by his sudden question. Why would he want anything to do with me? And do I want anything to do with him?

"Well, you don't look too busy considering you're sitting in the corner of a grocery store eating a bag of potato chips. I'm going to see if my friend is still alive and I could use some company. Plus, I'm not the douche I used to be," he explained, helping me off of the floor.

"I guess I wouldn't mind tagging along." What have I got to lose, right?

"So, what have you been up to since high school?" He asked  as we drove down the highway in his Mercedes. He was always the one to start conversation, even when it was completely unnessassary. He used to get in trouble all the time for talking during class.

"Well, I went to collage for interior design and got engaged. My fiance died a month ago and now I'm stuck with you," I said. My life was very far from interesting, besides the fact that my fiance was the drummer in the famous post-hardcore band, Pierce The Veil.

"I'm in a band."

"I didn't ask you want you've been up to," I shot.

"Wow, someone's a little pissy today. Did you start your period or something?" He teased.

"Shut the fuck up," I murmured, staring out the window. Why the hell did I agree to this again?

"Hey, I'm just saying-"

"It doesn't start for another week, you fucking twat," I interrupted. Since high school, I've definitely become more sarcastic and outgoing. Mike helped me come out of my shell after high school.

"Well, you're lucky I came back, you know," Alan pointed out, changing the subject. "I tried calling my friends, but my fucking cell phone doesn't have service anywhere."

"I'll make sure to add that to my list of fucking obvious things to remember in an apocalypse," I snapped. Who the fuck doesn't know that there's no cell service in an apocalypse?

"So... what else have you been doing other than designing other peoples houses and having sex before marriage?" Alan asked.

"Why do you think I was having sex before marriage?" I decided asking.

"Because you seem like you really fucking miss him and you don't seem like the religious type so the only reason you got engaged was because the sex was good," he explained.

The sex was fucking amazing. "Thanks for the tips, Sherlock," I said instead.

"So I'm right," he said with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Just keeping driving."

"San Fran looks like a real charmer," I muttered, staring out the window at the deserted city. It definitely didn't look like the city I've seen in pictures.

Even though my fiance was in a band, I never travelled with him on tours because of my job. Whenever they were in town, I would check out their concerts, but other than that I was an at-home supporter.

"Let's hope it's not completely empty," Alan murmured to himself before he turned into a rich neighbourhood. The houses on this street were bigger than anything I had ever seen before.

He pulled up to a house and got out of the car. I quickly followed him before there was no way I was going to be sitting alone now.

He knocked on the door and waited. No answer. He rang the doorbell... still no answer.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks for the car!" Someone yelled from behind us. We turned around just in time to see someone driving away in Alan's car.

"You didn't take the keys out?!" I yelled.

"I did!" Alan exclaimed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Oh... I didn't."

I sighed. "I guess we're back at square one."