Nightfall | Hamilton Zombie Apocalypse AU story

Ch 2- Strange men

[Hello again. If you are here, I'm guessing you liked the first chapter, which would mean I can actually write something worth reading.]

Alex looked at the three figures in surprise as they stood there. They started to walk over all the dead bodies toward him. One of the three bent down in front of Alexander. His hair was sort of curly and put into a ponytail. His face was covered in freckles, and he had slightly tanned skin, and he wore a black turtleneck with some white pants.

He spoke up and asked Alexander, "Are you alright?" Alexander sat still, looking at the three still in surprise. One of the ones standing looked at the other. The man closest to the one bent down near Hamilton had curly hair, also put in a ponytail, and had nearly tan skin and a short trimmed beard. The other one had poofy hair, with a bandana tied around his head. His skin was darker than the others and he looked like the strongest of them all.

The man with the short trimmed beard spoke to the one next to him, asking, "Is this one deaf?" His voice had a thick French accent, making Alex guess he came from France. 'That place is a mess now...' He thought. He looked back to the one in front of him who had a look of concern.

The man asked again, "Are you alright? You can talk, right?" Alex looked at him and finally gave an answer, "Yeah, I'm fine..." The one in front of him gave a smile and helped him up. Alex looked at the glass stuck in his arms and wondered if he should take the shards out now.

"You should take those out somewhere else. We have the medical stuff in our hallway of rooms." The freckled one said. As the four of them walked back down and headed for their set of rooms, the freckled one asked Alexander a question, "So, what's your name? Mine is John Laurens."

Alex looked at him, 'He seems nice enough to trust' he thought to himself. "My name is Alexander Hamilton." Alex replied to Laurens. Alex looked at the other two as they had started to say their names. The one with the bandana said, "My name is Hercules Mulligan. And I'm not a Demi god alright." He gave an annoyed look as if the others joked about that all the time. The French one said, "And my name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette."

Mulligan looked over at Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette as if annoyed that he said his full name. "Just call him Lafayette or Laf, please. I'd rather not hear that name fifty times a day." He said. Lafayette gave a quiet laugh and so did Laurens.

Laurens led Alex to a room and then let him sit at a table in the room. Laurens walked through one of the doors and came back with a small roll of bandages, as well as a towel. "Ya ready for this?" He asked thoughtfully. Alexander gave a nod and placed his arm on the towel.

Alex stared at the glass shards and gave a sigh. He started to pull out one of the larger pieces. He gritted his teeth as he pulled out the piece. Blood trickled out of the cut as he set down the long bloody piece of glass. He started to pull out the rest, with Laurens also helping to pull some out.

Once all the shards were out Laurens used the towel to stop the bleeding from his arms. After enough of the blood was gone, he put the bandages around Alex's arms and made sure they were tight on.

"Thanks." Hamilton said to Laurens. "No problem, man." He replied. Laurens led Alex to the couch. "You can sleep here," He said with a smile. Alex smiled back thankfully. "Thank you."

The morning sun rose into the sky, shining light across the land. Light shined through a crack in the wall, landing right on top of Alex's eyes. He opened them and woke up with a groan. "Not even the sun let's me sleep in..." he mumbled.

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Alex rubbed his eyes as he walked into the hallway. Alex forgot where he was for a moment, but all the events of the day before popped into his head. He went back into the room and opened one of the doors. Laurens wasn't in the bed. He wondered where Laurens could've been.