Theo and Liam go on a road trip. Visiting places they've always wanted to go to, meeting an interesting pack along the way, cracking jokes here and there, flirting about and dealing with the minor dramas these two brew when together. But, here's the twist, neither boys expected to fall for one another. !!! NOT MY STORY !!! The actual creator is on ao3 >captainmintyfresh Nothing is changed though. I've just put the story on Wattpad since it's easier to read on here in my opinion. :)

(Book 1) In a world where a virus has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, there are two friends partying it up in New Orleans when the infection hits. Far away from home, they are trapped and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of new friends and enemies along the way. Zombies aren't the only thing to fear... Copyright © 2013 by N_D_Iverson All Rights Reserved. (Warning: This is the unedited, raw first draft) **The edited and polished version, with bonus content and a never before seen chapter, is now available on all eBook retailer websites!**

Two white pills sit in front of Sans. They're white, whiter than his chapped bones, and they're round and smooth. Where did they come from? Certainly, he never saw the Doc making them, and they haven't been out on his desk... So, by all logic, they must have come from outside. Sans smirks - these pills have already seen more of the world than he has.

It was the 17th of October, 2015, when Thomas was checked into River State Mental hospital. He liked to think that he was insane, and maybe he really was. But a certain blonde with brown eyes made him wish he'd never get his sanity back, because being mental meant staying with him forever if he desired. That same blonde he found himself falling for, and maybe having barely any sanity left in himself and having someone equally insane right beside him meant that their love could be wild and reckless and completely, well, mental. And maybe that wasn't all too bad. This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt and Thomas are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner. Neither is Stiles Stilinski, who belongs to Jeff Davis.

His sparkling blue eyes make me forget this man suffers from schizophrenia. I feel as if, I feel love for him. Although something doesn't feel right, I feel as if someone doesn't want me around him.