Apocalypse - H20Vanoss

Chapter 7 - Dead City

     The city looked completely chaotic. No one was left, they either died or got lucky and escaped. Craig sighed as he stared out the window. Their favorite bar had those "monsters" surrounding it, trying to shatter the glass.

     "Guess we're never going there again.." Craig commented doubtfully, breaking the silence. He turned his head away from the window, not wanting to see the aftermath anymore.

     Tyler focused himself on the road in front of him, trying to ignore the horrible sight of their city, now dark and depressing.

     Evan turned his attention to Jon, who had his head propped up by his elbow. "Hey, Jon," He said weakly, trying to get his friend's attention. 

     The American turned to him with sad eyes. "Yeah?"

     "I'm sorry." Evan replied, looking into the boy's eyes.

     Jon pulled himself away from the window and scooted over to the middle seat beside Evan. "I know." He muttered, small tears forming in his eyes. He didn't want to leave his house or his beloved city or his family, but he had to. He ducked his head down and wiped the tears from his eyes and sniffled. Evan looked at his best friend with pity and put a hand on his shoulder. "I got sick of that stupid fucking place anyway," He murmured, looking up. "Hey, Tyler, where are those cigs you found?"

     Tyler looked at his friend from the rear window. "Up here. Why?"

     Jon ignored the question and shook off Evan's hand, leaning forward. "You got the lighter too?"

     Without answering, Tyler picked up the two items and slowly handed them to his friend. Jon grabbed them and fingered the plastic surface of the blue lighter. He didn't think twice as he pulled out a cigarette from the old box and cupped his hand around the flame and lit it carefully.

     The stench filled the small space, but no one cared enough to say anything, it didn't faze them anymore. "Thanks," Jon said, putting the stick to his mouth and breathing in.

     Evan turned his gaze away from his friend, disappointed. Whenever Jon smoked, it wasn't really considered a good thing. He never did the act unless he was stressed or angry. That's why Evan wanted it. He held out his hand, Jon knowing exactly what he wanted.

    Without saying another word, the American took the stick out of his mouth and handed it to his friend. Evan took it gratefully and breathed the chemical in. A small bit of his pain disappeared away, but it was still settled in the back of his mind. Jon leaned on Evan's chest, tears still escaping. For the rest of the ride, the two switched the cigarette back and forth while cuddling close together.

    A couple hours later, the cigarette was already long gone. It was probably about 3 PM now, the atmosphere blistering cold. Tyler stared ahead of them still, the car rolling to a stop in front of a small building.

     "I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired as fuck." He said, looking at the building in front of them. "We could stop here. I haven't seen any of those dumb fucks for miles."

     Craig piped up and sat on the edge of his seat. "It looks empty, we could probably camp here for awhile," He agreed.

     Tyler nodded and opened the door, then stepped out onto the grass. He winced at the cold and examined the building in front of them. It seemed like it was a small, abandoned pig farm. It was fully built in concrete, the door wooden. He spat on the ground, then slowly walked forward towards the abandoned building. Craig followed beside him and reached toward the doorknob.

    Evan looked down to find his best friend, face red and eyes open, leaning on his chest. The Canadian wrapped an arm around his friend and pulled him a little closer. "Evan.." Jon groaned, looking up at his best friend. "I miss GTA and my home a-and-"

     Evan cut him off and pulled him closer. "Me too, Del, me too. It's okay. We're goanna be okay though, alright?" He looked his best friend in the eyes. "Don't worry, I promise you."

     "Evan." Jon said again.

     "What is it?" He asked, looking into those deep, blue eyes.

     Jon leaned in and rested his forehead against Evan's, continuing to look into his eyes. "Kiss me." He whispered.

     Evan felt his hand pulling his friend closer to him. Then, as if he wasn't controlling himself, he pulled his best friend against him and connected their lips in a gentle kiss, closing him eyes. Jonathan did the same and wrapped one arm around his friend's neck. They both felt the wave of electricity run through their veins.

     Slowly, the two pulled away and stared into each other's eyes. Evan smiled and wiped away a tear from Jonathan's eyes. The American reached up and touched Evan's hand, which was now resting behind his ear. He smiled at his friend and leaned in again, their lips meeting in a more passionate kiss.

     "Yeah, we could totally stay here." Craig said, walking father into the room. It was a empty, a little dusty, and cold, but it was better than nothing. "We could build a fire tonight and bring all the stuff in."

     Tyler nodded and walked around the room, checking  for any "dumb fucks." Once his examination was finished he stood beside his boyfriend and wrapped an arm around him. "I was thinking we could go searching tomorrow. We can't live off of a few breakfast bars for long."