Don't Panic (Jalex)

The End Of The World

Content Warning:
-Ronnie Radke
-Arguing
-poor communication skills
-door to door solicitors

The next few days are filled with song ideas and too much alcohol. The band doesn't do anything too interesting besides that.

Mostly it's just four idiots being idiots for a few days.

Those few days seem to go by pretty fast before someone knocks on the front door of the hotel.

Alex, who happened to be in the lobby at the time, knew that whoever was behind that door probably wasn't to be trusted.
But he wasn't one to play the coward and ignore the stranger on the other side of the glass door.

Plus the guy had obviously seen him. Glass is not great for privacy.

Maybe he should've put those boards up when Rian said to do it yesterday...

Alex opens the door, making sure the knife in his hand is visible so whoever this creep was doesn't try to attack him.

"Hi," says the stranger. "I'm Ronnie Radke. I work for the US military and we're currently working on gathering recruits for a new armed force to help defend our planet.
The man smiles, completely unfazed by Alex's deadpan expression.

"What exactly is the project about?" Jack asks, walking up being Alex and wrapping an arm around him protectively.
"Fighting off aliens and the creatures they brought with them to earth. Also restoring order in the anarchy this invasion has brought upon our planet. And of course curing the zombie virus."

Alex moves to close the door. "No thanks."
Jack holds the door open, receiving a glare from the slightly shorter man. "Hold on, Lex, maybe we should listen to what he has to say."

Alex snorts. Then he frowns. "You're not kidding?"
"Why would I be kidding?"
"I dunno, maybe because we literally watched so many apocalypse movies together? Do you remember nothing? This guy could be recruiting you to some murder camp where they turn you into an assassin that's actually going to kill humanity!"

"Actually-" Ronnie tries to cut in.

"Alex, your British is showing."
"Oh, piss off!" Alex yells. He doesn't give two shits if his accent is showing through. He's too busy trying to convince the love of his life not to throw his life away. "This guy probably works for the aliens!"

"Well no, actually-" Ronnie doesn't seem to realize that Alex and Jack don't give a fuck about what he has to say right now.
"I seriously don't remember asking you," Alex yells him, glaring daggers into the strange man.

"Alex, stop being a dick," says Rian as he enters the lobby. "What's going on? What's with all the yelling?"

"Hi!" Says Ronnie. "I'm Ronnie Radke. I work for the US military and we're trying to-"
"Kill us all?" Alex offers.
Rian shoots Alex a glare and then leads Ronnie inside. "Why don't you and I talk while these two sort out their differences?" Rian says to the guy.

They walk off, leaving Jack and Alex to their own devices.

Alex turns to Jack, visibly steaming as he crosses his arms tightly across his chest. "I know you've seen the apocalypse movies where people claiming to be military or government or whatever the fuck take people in and train them to be weapons of mass distraction and then it comes out later that government military is actually the bad guy in disguise. I know you've seen them because we watched them together!"
"This isn't a movie, Lex."
"No, it's not. But the movies are based on real human and inhuman behaviors," Alex explains. He sighs. "I just don't want to watch you get hurt."
"I don't want to watch you get hurt either!" Jack exclaims.