Looking for them (Sam x tim)

Chapter 1: Off away.

"To whom every finds this picture. The top window is where the famous Jacksepticeye and Markiplier are together. I am Lilly. I knew these sweet sweet people. They fought with me. Markiplier and Jacksepticeye died together. I ran away with Pewdiepie and Cryatic.  I bless Jack's and Mark's gentle souls with this letter. This was Jack's dream house, the dream house we all wanted to live in as a family. I had my sweet sister Kimberly to go along the way of this pain. Our story was a long one. We lived out our lives this way, our lives ended in a fight.  I am glad to call everyone in this picture my family. I give a blessing to live your life, to survive. I am hoping to find you. I give you hope and joy. There is food left in the cabinets. This place is the safest place. No wonder it was Jack's dream house. -Signed Lilly Grace Adams. Have a good adventure, I hope to god you find find us." I read out to Tim, he looked down and then looked at me. "We have been looking for them only to hear that your cousins watched them die?" Tim asked and I looked at the note still. "If course we did. That's just typical. What are we to do now?"

"Go looking for my cousin." I said, throwing the note to the ground. Tim walked in front of me and scoffed. He grabbed me by the shoulder.

"There is no way we'll find them in time Samantha." He said, and I shook my head. His face was inches from mine, I could feel the angier in his hands, I saw the pain in his eyes, and heard the sound of fear in his voice. I looked down, because this tension was to much. I have had a huge crush on him since day one.

"I'm sorry Tim, but we have to try this okay. We need to try, if we fail, we at least had a purpose. If we make it, then thank fucking god." I said pulling myself away from his soft grip. He just stood there looking down, and I turned around looking out the window.

"Okay." He simply said, with no emotion. I almost thouht I'd have to leave him behind, my biggest fear. I walked over to him and hugged him softly, only to get squeezed by him. "But you better not die." He whispered in my ear, and I started blushing.

"I won't." I answered. I could feel many things going on in my heart. Trying to determine if he is he one. Being a teenager without a mother or father during a zombie apocalypse has been a living nightmare. My first period happened and I had to look for hours in an abandoned libray hopping to find something about it. Tim started getting boners for no reason, and we had to look for a book about that. He let me go and I  walked into a room. I sat on the chair in a brightly colored room. The window blinds closed, and the bed looked confertable. I saw many things here, a sketch book, and a pencile on its last bit of sharpness. Tim walked over and leaned on door frame.

"What do you think? Make it base for a bit, go looking everyday, get some supplies for where ever, then leave if they aren't near by." Tim suggested looking around the room. I grabbed the sketch book and smiled.

"Yeah. This room, this room is my room." I said and he nodded his head.

"I am a  room away, need me knock or even shout. I'll give you some alone time Sammy." He said walking away, closing my door. I opened the sketch book and some pretty sketches, of this house, of Mark, and Jack. Felix, Ryan, and Edgar. Chica. I put it back on the dresser and laid on the bed. Thinking.
Things will be fine, everything is fine. I will be alive. So will mister tough guy in he room next door. I just am afraid....I thought as I drifted off.

"Sam, you're useless to me and to everyone else." A voice said. I shook my head in panic since this voice was Tims.

"Am I really?" I asked, I noticed I was on my knees on the floor. I heard a giggle deeper in the house. I shook my head. "This isn't real." I shouted. More laughing, more echos, more fear. I walked towards these sounds, hopping for answers. Instead a dead Tim. "Tim! Tim oh my fucking god! Who did this?! Tim!" I screamed

"Hey, Sam, calm down. I'm rigt here." I opened my eyes to see Tims amazing face above mine. He was sitting on my bed, but next to me. I shook, I felt cold. I hugged him.

"You aren't dead." I mumbled and he tensed up. I guess he understood me.

"Die? How would I die?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Stay tonight, stay here tonight."I said and he looked shocked. I pulled him down next to me. "I can't risk your death." I said as I cuddled him.

"Okay. Yeah." He said. I drifted to sleep in his confertable arms, in his safe arms. In the arms of my only friends and only family left.