It's the apocalypse, but which one? The aliens came first... then the zombies. Supposedly the aliens brought the robots...
All Time Low was just about to head out on tour when all of this started, now they're just acting like everything is fine.
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Trigger warning: - blood - angst - bad times
"Live and let live-"
A gunshot rings out. The show stops.
Well, more like several, but one seems louder than the rest. Even through all the chaos, this moment seems to go in slow motion.
The bullet hits it's target, but no one realizes until the singer steps back.
He doesn't feel the pain yet, but he knows something isn't right. His hand brushes his side and comes away dripping crimson liquid.
Alexander Gaskarth, leader of the newly built rebellion, has been shot.
He stumbles back, his knees giving out as he falls to the make-shift stage. Somewhere to his right, someone calls out his name, but it sounds distorted and jumbled together through the ringing in his ears.
The world goes blurry as Alex tries to comprehend what's happening, but he's losing too much blood. He's not going to make it, that's for certain.
Then his head is resting in someone's lap, hot tears hitting Alex's face like rain.
Through his blurred vision, Alex sees a messy blond stripe in spiked up dark hair.
"Jack?"
He can't hear what Jack is saying, and can barely see his face.
"I love you."
Even if Alex can't hear his fiancé, at least Jack will know.
Suddenly, Alex is whisked away from the stage, now held in someone else's strong arms and moving quickly away from the scene.
People call after him, but at this point Alex is too out of it to comprehend.
But Jack Barakat isn't. He follows their bassist, Zachary Merrick, through the crowd of people fighting with all sorts of weapons. He pushes past lesbians with swords and a few people with actual bows and arrows with quivers on their backs, all while still calling out after his best friend and his fiancé.
"Alex!" He half screams as people begin to part for him like the Red Sea. Funny, the sticky crimson liquid dripping behind Zack's retreating form seems more like the Red Sea than the warring gays on either side of him.
"Alex!" "Jack!"
For a second Jack is releieved, but then it occurs to him that the voice came from behind him. It's none other than Rian Dawson, who had been the first to react when Alex was shot. Sure, the drummer tried to jump over the drum set, and ended up face first on the floor, but it's the thought that counts.
"Rian~" Jack is sobbing now, as if that's any sort of shock. "Rian, he- they- Alex~" "He's going to be okay," though Rian doesn't sound so sure of that himself. "Zack's heading for the medical tent. They'll be okay."
At the words medical tent, Jack takes off running. Rian calls out after him, but Jack isn't listening.
He runs past flying arrows, one of them grazing his shoulder, and through the midst of a daring sword fight, creating a gash in his hand from where he tried to block one of the swords he slid under.
But a little blood never bothered Jack. A little pain won't kill him, and besides, it's Alex he's worried about.
The medical tent is flooded with people. There's unlicensed doctors, actual surgeons, med school dropouts, and medical interns all helping the injured.
"Alex!" Jack calls. Three people turn their heads. "Sorry." He keeps walking, pushing past people and lab coats and kids in t-shirts just trying to help out.
"Where is the singer who was on stage?" Jack asks someone, his heart racing. "That Alex guy?" Jack nods. The person points to their left, then turns back to their clipboard. Then they frown. "Wait, aren't you the guitar guy?"
But Jack's already running in the direction the stranger pointed.
The scene before him is a bit chaotic to say the least. Zack is helping nurses cut the bloodied t-shirt off of Alex while a few of the younger helpers bring towels to clean the wound. One doctor is trying to sterilize a pocket knife, presumably to get the bullet out, while another is checking Alex's pulse.
"Alex!" Jack shouts, running toward him. A doctor steps in front of him. "Sir, we need this area clear." "That's my fiancé!" "I understand, but we cannot help him with too much of a crowd." "Please, I- I can't lose him." The doctor looks between Jack and the man lying on the table, currently bleeding out. "There's a chair there where you can sit." The woman points. "If anyone asks you to leave just say Laura let you sit there, okay?" Jack nods, thanking her profusely, but the woman, Laura, just walks back toward the other doctors. Zack makes his way over soon enough.
"They think he's going to be fine," Zack says, smiling softly at Jack. "He's mostly just in shock right now. The bullet didn't hit any important organs, but they also said they don't have any of the right tools to do this properly." Jack looks at the crowd of doctors surrounding Alex.
"He'll be fine," Jack says, his voice shaky with uncertainty. "He has to be."
