Stay Alive --Hamilton Apocalypse AU--

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Alexander

Through the weeks, things went relatively smoothly. The three different groups slowly merged to one, quickly getting to know each other and learning to tolerate the parts of the group no one liked. To Alex, that should be read as Burr. He really couldn't stand Aaron Burr. He wasn't entirely sure why but just the way he acted like he knew more than everyone rubbed Hamilton the wrong way, and he wasn't showing any loyalty to his original group in the slightest. It didn't take long for Alex to wonder how long it would take before the other man traded everyone in for something "better." Like a stale corn chip.

Everyone else, though, he actually liked. The women of the group were fun to be around, the other group of men (excluding Burr) was fun to joke around with, and Washington was becoming more and more tolerable. There were three people in the entirety of the group that Hamilton would actually listen to: Laurens, Angelica, and Washington. Angelica because she would kill him if he didn't, Washington because he seemed to know what he was talking about, and John?

John was his own category. John and Eliza both caught Alexander's eye, but John seemed more. . . Accessible. And obviously gay. Alex wondered if the other man tried to hide it in his old life, and if he did, Alex really hoped he was doing a better job than what he was in the apocalypse. Whether he tried harder or not, their relationship developed quickly.

Before Hamilton knew it, the two were sitting on the roof of the house with a shared can of food (which they were only allowed to eat half of, combined) staring at the new world in front of them.

"Do you think we would have met if the world didn't end?" John asked one night as they sat watching zombies drag themselves down the street. They were high enough for it to not be anything worrying, so they felt fine just watching.

"I don't know," Alexander answered truthfully. "I mean, I want to think so, obviously, but the only reason we met is that Angelica tried to kill me and Washington and you broke into her house while she was doing that, so." He cut the sentence off and shrugged, taking a spoonful of the terrible beans.

He liked John, if that wasn't evident enough. He didn't understand how he could be thinking of that while he was watching decomposing cannibals wandering the streets, knowing that any day could be his last, but he couldn't help but think of it. If anything, the apocalypse pushed their relationship quicker than it would have gone normally.

By the time they'd finished their half-can of beans, it was dark out. The two lied down and stared up.

"Y'know one good thing about all this?" John asked wistfully, already entranced by the sky. "Light pollution doesn't exist anymore."

Alexander nodded. The stars were extraordinarily bright and the moon provided all the light they needed. It was near perfect and Hamilton couldn't remember seeing so many stars since he'd been on Nevis. Still, he added, "Pollution, in general, doesn't. Who knew it would take wiping out an entire species to save the planet!"

Alex, despite the joke, admired the good parts of the apocalypse. It was quieter, for sure. Less racist, LGBT-phobic, religious, and just overall divided. He literally couldn't care less what John's political alignment was, because it didn't matter anymore. None of those groups existed anymore. Alexander couldn't bring himself to care about that for any of the group. To him, they were all just people, the same as him. Just a group of scrappy Millenials and their den-father trying to survive.

Except Burr. Fuck that guy.

"I was trying to change the world," Hamilton blurted for some reason. "Before everything went wrong, I mean. I was trying to make a difference."

"Really?" John asked.

"Yeah. Mostly politics. I wanted to change an American system and grow out from that, y'know?"

"Well, I don't think you have to worry about that now," John offered. In a weird way, it actually made Alex feel better about not having accomplished that. It lifted a certain pressure. Now, he didn't even have to worry about changing it, he just had to worry about creating something better. The bar was low, to say the least.

"Yeah," Hamilton agreed quietly.

They just stared at the sky for a couple minutes, completely in silence. The only sounds Alexander could hear were the dragging bodies from below but, by that point, even that was almost comforting. They didn't move until Peggy came to retrieve them from the roof so the group could get the windows and doors locked.

As Alex made his way back inside with his apocalyptic boyfriend, he thought more heavily about the weird peacefulness of the end of the world. on the bright side, at least he finally had people to endure it with.

On the down side, he had people that he cared enough about to not want to lose.

//a.n.

bonjour bitches!

inactivity whom. out of character what. short ass chapter why.