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

Two

Rachelle's P.O.V

We were the perfect couple.

Austin Carlile, front man of Of Mice and Men and his kickass actress wife Rachelle Carlile.

We met in the summer of 2013, we fell in love and it was a miracle.

Life was perfect.

In a Hollywood relationship like what we had, it was easier to believe a divorce is what tore us apart. I wish it was a divorce.

What caused us to no longer together was by this extraterrestrial bug that if it landed on you, venom crawled through your veins that eventually you died. It froze you then broke you. I remember the incident like it happened yesterday.

"There is a universal epidemic that is going on, a extraterrestrial bug is the shadow of death. It looks like th--" Austin laughed as the power went out.

"Ooo, an extraterrestrial bug. It's going to kill us all."

"You never know Aus, there could be."

"Shell, you don't actually believe in this crap do you."

"No but they could be telling the truth, "

He laughed again, he grabbed his wallet and his golden watch and offered a hand. I grabbed it and smiled a little. He kissed my temple and whispered into my ear. "Everything is going to be alright babe. You don't need to be anxious."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With that we shared the most innocent kiss, we smiled and walked out. We were headed to go to a photoshoot. I never imagined that would be the last kiss.

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"Alright, see you later Matty!" Austin shouted as he fiddled with his keys. A fluorescent bug came into our view. "Well ain't he pretty."

"Ewh, no. No bugs are pretty Austin, we've discussed this millions of times."

The bug landed on his exposed shoulder. He smiled then grabbed it then set it on fire.

"Why are you such a boy." He laughed as he dropped it down.

"Just genetics I guess," I giggled as we began to walk away.

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When we got home Austin went to the bathroom and I went to the kitchen. Everything seamed like it was fine. It was all until I heard a groan and a crash from the bathroom. I sprinted and found my husband of 3 years laying dead on the bathroom tile. "AUSTIN!" I screamed. The television clicked back on, the fluorescent bug we saw was on the television, the caption said "Extraterrestrial Insect".

"FUCK YOU," I shouted at the television, I began to cry into the chest of my deceased husband. He was gone, he was gone for good. All because of a stupid fucking bug.

The bugs name was what we called "Riganda" researchers and I tried to find out what was going on.

We caught bugs then attempted to dissect it, every so often the bugs shell would grow back and get angrier.

One by one, researchers dropped dead. I ran before it was my time. I ran to a shop that had closed down, everything was closed down really. I picked out a black leather latex suit and black gloves. I grabbed a knife then looked at myself in the mirror, my hair went down my back. We were in an apocalypse, I didn't care what I looked like honestly. I pulled all my hair up into a ponytail then sliced off all my hair. It fell to the floor and my once long hair fell around my face as a bob. I grabbed the hair dye and dyed it white. I didn't want to resemble anything I was. I wanted to start again, I highly doubted I was alone. Yet if I was, it didn't matter what would happen. In the end everyone was going to die, it didn't matter if it was by the damn epidemic or just life fucking you up the ass later on. Everyone was going to die, that's how it was supposed to be.

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I had been walking for months now, LA was forever out of sight, I was now walking around the remains of what I could only assume was the city of sin, Las Vegas. I had not seen one bug at all. I heard my stomach growl so I decided it would be good to stop by and get something to eat. I walked into an abandoned gas station and grabbed A bag of Doritos chips and a warm monster.

"That's healthy," a British accent observed.

I turned around and my face turned into a look of disgust. Standing in front of me was Danny Worsnop, the front man of Asking Alexandria. I hated that man more than the damn Riganda.

"Fuck off Worsnop,"

"What? you find someone who is actually alive and you tell them to fuck off?"

"If it was anyone else, no but since its you...." Words couldn't describe my hatred toward him. He was just so ugh!

He smirked and walked up to me, "you smell and look like shit,"

"I would say the same about you but you smelt like that before the epidemic."

He sucked in his breath then pushed me up against the wall and looked at me.

"look when I followed you in here I thought you were someone else, I thought you were someone who was lost, who needed help. When I saw someone else who was living I thought 'well I'll be damned! I'm not the only asshole here.' Then I saw you, part of me said 'are you fucking kidding me, end of the bloody world and its Rashelle Carlile?' Then the other part of me said 'someone I know, not everyone I know is dead.'" He stopped then looked me dead in the eye. "I know we hate each other and I don't remember why, but I know that I don't want to survive this on my own, I know pretty damn well you don't want to either..."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I pushed him away from me a little bit.

"You're right,"

"Lets go to Montana, it's snowing up there, bugs can't survive in snow."

"Ok,"

He let me go then we walked to his car. Yet as I stood and looked at it better, I saw a familiar cat dice thing on the rear view mirror.

"Is that Alan Ashbys car?"

"Possibly, remember stealing it from a ginger."

I smirked and shook my head, wouldn't matter if I complained. Alan was probably dead now. Along with everyone else in the world.

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