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

Seven

Blake's POV

"Do you know anyone else that's dead?" Alan asked, of course to start conversatoin. I was comfortable with the silence that filled the car, but Alan couldn't help himself.

Oli sighed. "I watched Nicholls die," he murmured.

"Oh, do tell," Alan said, making a turn onto the highway.

"I was in my apartment and he came in looking all freaked out, saying some bug called Ringda landed on him and he was going to die. I thought he was just taking the piss, you know? I laughed it off until I turned to see him collapsed on the floor, his face completely lifeless. I tried so hard to wake him up, but it was no use. I came back to America after that," Oli explained, his voice weak.

Alan nodded. "I haven't watched anyone die yet."

"Lucky asshole."

I brought my legs up to my chest and leaned my head on the window. I was missing Mike more than anything right now. If he was here, he would hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright. He would help me through this stupid apocalypse.

"We're here," Alan chanted as he turned into the driveway of an old-looking house. It looked to be very small and I doubt it would have three bedrooms. "Sorry it isn't as pretty as you all wanted. It's my parents old house and it hasn't been lived in for years."

We all sighed as we got out of the car, finally getting some fresh air. Alan approached the house and dug under the mat, pulling out a spare key.

He opened the door, and we were greeted by a perfect looking house. There was no dust, no garbage. Everything was in mint condition.

"I thought you said this house hasn't been lived in for years," I murmured, staring at the bungalo in amazement.

"Uh... yeah. Anyways, it's only one floor and there's only two bedrooms so someone's going to have to sleep on the couch. My vote is Blake because boys rule," Alan said with a smirk.

I sighed and sat on the couch. It wasn't one of those nice, fluffy couches. It was hard and old.

"I'll take the couch," Oli said, sitting beside me. "You can have the bedroom."

"It's fine, really," I lied. I wanted a bed more than anything right now.

"I don't want to feel that Hannah's side of the bed is empty again. I'll sleep on the couch," he admitted, adverting his eyes from me.

I fought the erge to give him a hug and went into the bedroom. It was fairly normal-sized, with a double bed and a dresser, filled with clothes.

"I bet your wondering why I lied, aren't you?" Alan asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

"About the house?"

"What else would I be lying about, idiot?" He asked with a smirk.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that thing you told me when we met when you said that you weren't the douche that you were in high school," I shot, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not nearly as hormonal as I was. I have my days though. Anyways, the house is so clean because my fucking sister has some issues and ever since our parents died she can't stop cleaning the fucking place," Alan explained, leaning on the doorframe.

I nodded. "You want to um... leave now?" I suggested. He was just staring at me, not saying a word. I never thought that I would see the day.

"Oh.. yeah. There's food in the kitchen if you want some. I'll be um... yeah."

Wow. For once in his life, Alan Ashby was at a loss for words.

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I tossed and turned in the bed. I couldn't get comfortable and I couldn't fall alseep. The thing Oli said about not wanting to feel the empty half of the bed was really getting to me. Without Mike, it seemed like all there was when I tried to sleep were nightmares and restlessness.

I felt myself begin to cry as I thought about Mike. Life never prepared you for how hard it actually was to lose a loved one.

"Go to sleep, love," a voice whispered as someone's strong arm wrapped around my waist.

"But..." I trailed off, liking the feeling of someone's arm wrapped around me. It reminded me of all those nights of spooning with Mike.

"You're dreaming," the male whispered before drowsiness washed over me and my eyes slid shut.

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When I woke up, reality began to set in as I realized someone was tightly holding me against their bare chest. I turned around and let out a scream when I saw a complete stranger lying next to me.

"Sounds like she found Ben!" Oli yelled from the living room. I heard him and Alan begin to laugh.

The man's eyes slid open and he let out a yawn. "You should really come out with your own alarm systems, love," he murmured, rubbing his eyes. Oh god, he was British!

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled, backing up to the wall.

"I'm dead," he murmured, shoving his face into the pillow.

"Wakey, wakey, Benjamin," Oli chanted, coming into the room with Alan behind him,

"Will someone please explain to me who the fucking pervert in my bed is?" I yelled. I was getting a headache from all of this confusion.

"He is Ben Bruce from Asking Alexandria, the shittiest British band on the entire planet," Oli explained.

"Why the fuck was Ben Bruce from Asking Alexandria spooning me then?" I asked

"Because Ben needed cuddles," Ben murmured into the pillow.

"Can't help you out with that one. But breakfast is in the kitchen," Oli and Alan left, leaving me alone with Ben, again.

"Please never do that again," I said to him, finally calming down a bit.

"Hey, you didn't say no."

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OMG GUYS I THOUGHT BEN WAS DEAD

lololol the plot twist that fucked you in the ass c;