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Matthias eventually stopped pacing and looked down at Ashi with a look similar to grief. He could see it in the other's eyes, he could hear it in his voice: he was close to tears, and that made Matthias feel even worse. He didn't understand - he couldn't fathom - why someone would want to be with him. He didn't think that he had absolutely anything to offer Ashi in a relationship. Sure, he was great in bed, but surely that wasn't all that Ashi wanted. No, Matthias was convinced that Ashi was so close to tears because he had practically sexually assaulted him and Ashi didn't want to make it seem bad. He was sure of it that he had hurt Ashi, that he had scared him.

Matthias reached his hands out to rest them on Ashi's shoulders, hesitating for a moment, wondering if he was allowed to touch him. He was always so hell bent on consent... He eventually placed them on his much smaller shoulders nonetheless, swallowing thickly and staring deep into the Russian's eyes. "Babe - Love - fuck, Ashi.." He paused, trying his best not to look away, his face bright red. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I hold on too tight?" His eyes traveled down the other's body for a moment, biting on his lip, checking for injuries.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't.. I don't want to scare you, I don't want to hurt you. Are you even gay? Because I sure am. I'm so gay that it practically hurts, Ashi. Stupid joke- um - I'm sorry. I wasn't allowed to touch you, I didn't get your permission. You probably don't even like guys and did you even want that and I'm so sorry I practically sexually assaulted you just now and I know first-hand that sexual assault is like the worst and I'm sorry, fuck, I'm rambling.."

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then enveloping the other in a tight yet gentle hug, mindful of the wounds. He rested his head down on the other's, closing his eyes tightly and still muttering his apologies. "I'm sorry, I'll never scare you again, I'll never hurt you again."
He pulled away again, staring into the other's eyes. "I'll make it up to you. I will. I'll make it up to you. I promise. I have to go to work, but I'll be back as quick as I can. Alana's gonna be coming up to check on you. She'll point you in my direction if you need me.."

He stopped again, bringing his hands up to cup the other's cheeks and suddenly leaning forward, catching the other's lips in a soft, yet needy kiss. The door opened and still Matthias didn't turn away, although he could hear a sputtering Alana, who cried jesUs FeCKing cHRist and closed the door again, calling through the wood if Matthias ever locked a door once in his life. Eventually, Matthias pulled away, staring down at the other's lips and then deep into his eyes, swallowing thickly once again. "I'll make it up to you." he promised again, starting to feel guilty about the kiss, too, but he had to know. He had to know if he actually wanted it or not.

He pulled away from the other, grabbing his jacket and gun by the couch, slinging the strap over his shoulder and heading towards the door. He ushered a quick and embarrassed greeting and goodbye to Alana and rushed down the hallway. Whether to get away from any more heavy emotion or to get to work, Matthias wasn't exactly sure.

Alana stepped through the door, closing it with slightly widened eyes and cleared her throat. "Well," she began, looking up to Ashi with a wide, all-knowing smile. "Is he cute or what? Sorry, Sorry, I... I've been trying to hook him up with a guy for a long, long time. He's always too sheepish. He's never been with a guy, you know. Not in a serious relationship, that is." She paused, the smile still lingering on his face. "He really likes you. But ANYWAY! How are you feeling?" Oh, yeah, as if she just expected Ashi to just answer the simple question after all of that that he had to take in?

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Alana never lost her smile, removing her backpack from her shoulders with ease, even though the toned muscles in her arms suggested that the bag was heavy. It had to be: who knew how much stuff was shoved in there? Alana wasn’t even very muscled, compared to some of the other girls who were here, like that served in the troops under Matthias. She was a normal height but a petite size if she would go to try on a dress or something. She wasn’t scrawny, but at first glance, she would seem like someone to be easily walked all over. Who knows? She probably had.

She gently went down on her pale knees, setting the bag on the ground and unzipping the dark green cloth in front of her. “Hmm..” she murmured, talking to herself and pulling out some things. Mostly cloths, creams, pills. She placed them neatly on the floor around her and then zipped the bag back up, placing it behind her and out of sight. She moved herself so she was sitting cross-legged on the floor and patted the space in front of her, inviting Ashi to join her on the floor.

Alana smiled at his words, her whiskey-colored eyes shining. She had such an approachable personality. Always smiling, always sweet: her accent was just so nice to listen to, as well. Not to mention that Alana was truly drop-dead gorgeous. Her light blonde hair cascaded perfectly over her back, but the many hairties that decorated her wrists suggested that it got in her face a lot. Her cheekbones were high and her dimples were adorable. Her lashes were long and her eyes were just the prettiest thing you ever saw. It seemed that she was everyone’s type.

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad I could be of help.” She picked up a small container in her left hand and picked up a pill bottle in her right. “This is penicillin,” she stated, holding up the right bottle, “It’ll ward off any infection, just in case I didn’t do too good of a job. You’re not allergic, are you?” She screwed off the cap and poured two pills in her hand, stretching her body to place them on the counter nearby when he was ready for them. “And this,” she continued, holding up the small, plastic container, “Is scar cream. You can use it to remove scarring if you want, but I’m going to be using it on you so the skin around the healing would won’t get too irritated or infected. It also works as a pain reliever, so you won’t have to take any more pills. Speaking of which, need any pills? Any prescriptions? I have a lot.” She placed the cream on the ground and stood, grabbing the cloth from the floor and heading over to the kitchen, taking a small pot and filling it with water from the sink. It was no doubt ice cold. “He doesn’t use this, anyway.” She commented with a small laugh, “The Brit can’t cook to save his life.”

She gave another laugh, murmuring: can any Brit cook? and placing the pot on the gas stove, turning it on with a click. She hummed, waiting patiently for the water to boil. It didn’t take long. The water was boiling within a few minutes, and she turned off the stove, letting it bubble and cool. She brought the pot back over, dipping the cloth in the delightfully hot water and motioning the other forward and asking him politely to take off his jacket so she could check on the stitching.

“Did he at least sleep last night?” she asked with a laugh, shaking her head. “I feel like I’m his mother, sometimes, with all the reminding. ‘Matthias, make sure you drink enough water’, or ‘Matthias, go to sleep’. He feels so obligated to me, after I helped him when he was dying. He always nods politely, but he never actually does. Did the painkillers help last night, if you even took them? I wouldn’t be surprised if Matthias took them if you didn’t. He complains about bad headaches, sometimes.”

She stopped working for a moment, smiling sadly and staring off into space, lost in thought. “I’m not gonna be around forever. Especially not in today’s world. You might not be either, but… Take care of him, okay? He needs it. Thinks of everyone else but himself. I’m like his big sister, even though he’s older than me.”

She gently cleaned around the stitches with the cloth, smiling all the while. It was a sad, soft smile, obviously thinking about some things. She was hiding something, that much was obvious, but it didn’t seem like she was ready to talk about it any time soon.

She suddenly looked up, giving a big grin to Ashi, forgetting about whatever had crossed her mind. “Wanna go after him? Make it a big love scene? Come on, let’s go get him! Well- you can go get him, I actually have to go back to work, but I want to know everything! I’ll walk you there, come on let’s go!! This is the most exciting thing that’s happened yet! My life is only ever exciting when people are about to die. No one’s ever died on me though!”

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((TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME))

Alana took a second to pause and look at Ashi for a moment when he asked for the medication, narrowing her eyes in thought, the whiskey colored orbs no doubt scanning him for clues. She didn't know much about Ashi. She didn't know anything, truly. But she wouldn't question it. She may never know why Ashi woke up from terrible nightmares or why he needed the medication. And she was totally fine with that. She nodded after a brief moment, the smile coming back to her face. "Paroxetine, here you go." she fished the bottle from the bag, rattling the pills inside for a moment. "My fellow supply runners would always get confused and a little angry that I would look for stuff like this. We have a bunch of war vets here, though. Some elderly, some that served in the middle east. I'm a doctor, you know? I'm here to serve the needs." She smiled with a shrug, looking down at the bottle. "Here," she handed the whole bottle over to Ashi. "I'll get more on the next run. You need it."

Alana couldn't help but watch Ashi when she knew that his thoughts drifted to Matthias. She loved it when people found someone that they might be in a promising relationship. The butterflies, the smiles, the red face. She knew that Ashi liked Matthias, and she knew that Matthias liked Ashi. Sure, it was mostly physical attraction; they hadn't known each other for very long. But she did know that Matthias was truly a great guy, and so was Ashi. She could just... tell that they would be good for each other.

Alana's eyes brightened and her smile widened when Ashi agreed to go see Matthias and not to just wait. She grabbed whatever she had left around and placed it all neatly back into her bag, zipping it all up and getting to her feet, slinging the heavy pack onto her back. "Come on, I'll lead the way." She headed for the door, opening it and waiting for Ashi to follow her out until closing it behind her. Her smile was wide in excitement and she jumped a little bit with a small squeal. "This is too cute," she sighed wistfully, heading for the stairs. As she trotted down them, she decided to fill Ashi in a little bit.

"So, Matthias trains the troops, right. He's the one that keeps check on everyone, keeps check on the weapons, ammunition, etcetera, etcetera. He makes sure that everyone has enough training to at least know how to shoot a gun, getting to proper cover; he teaches them how to work together, how to stay calm. He does everything himself. He also keeps them in tip-top shape. He's, like, giving away his secrets to that body. I wish I could hear some of his pointers.. But I'm usually at home or at work, and I always forget to ask him when I see him." she shrugged simply, shaking her head. "No big loss."

She pushed her way through the resisting door of the apartment complex, and turned right. "See that building right there? That really big red one? That's where Matthias works. I have to head the other way. See ya Ashi! I'll drop by sometime soon. Come to me in the blue building around the corner with the big red cross painted onto the brick if you need to see me, or just radio over Matthias's talkie if it's bad. Bye!" She gave the other a quick, friendly peck on the cheek and then turned around on the sidewalk, choosing to go into the street and jogged the rest of the way down and rounded a corner and was gone.

((sorry this wasn't a very good post!!! uwu))

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((lol WOwza ; ))) these two give me life i am telling u))

Matthias could be heard yelling on the ground floor at the cadets, but what he was saying could not be made out. Half because of the echo, and half because of how his accent thickened when he raised his voice, which didn't happen often. Matthias just wasn't the type of guy that yelled unless he had to. He most especially did not like getting yelled at, no sir. He did everything he could, throughout his whole life, to stay out of trouble. He would always cry when his mother would scold him, but he took the blame, nonetheless.

The yelling stopped for a moment and the large wooden door nearest to the stairwell opened and out stepped Matthias, his curly hair sticking to his forehead slightly from a little sweat, his shoulders heaving to keep up with his breathing, and did I mention? He was shirtless. (ask and u shall receive young one) His dark blue eyes were downcast, watching where he was walking. The bags underneath his eyes were deep, and he honestly looked like he could just fall asleep right where he was standing. And he probably would, if he didn't have work to do.

When a pair of shoes came into Matthias's vision, he suddenly looked up, taking in the sight that was Ashi. He smiled softly, a blush coming to his face. He swallowed thickly, looking down to the dark blue shirt that he had discarded earlier in his hands, and then back up to Ashi. "Oi, glad to see ye." He was trying to avoid awkwardness as best as he could, but it was obvious that he was nervous. He messed with the shirt before slipping it over his head and sending his arms through the allotted sleeves.

"Oi, now that you're here, could you help me with some stuff? I'm letting them have some fun today... They work hard enough. I've been having them working hard all week, physically. Might as well let them have some fun while training up here, right?" he tapped the side of his head, referring to the mind, of course. He gave the other a smile. "I need help finding some stuff. Come along?" he motioned for the other to follow, heading towards a door down the hall and opening it to a small space, most likely used to be a storage closet. He hummed for a moment, looking around, until finding what he was looking for. He grinned, grabbing two of what used to be the vests that crossing guards wore: it was bright orange and reflective in some parts. This would do.

He stuck his tongue out playfully at Ashi as he walked past him and headed back for the door by the stairwell. "Come on, come everyone. Well, not everyone, but a group of them. We bring everyone in to learn, but these few are actually in our military, I guess you could say." He shouldered the metal door open with minimal effort, even though the door scraped against the wooden floor with a grating sound. It had to be a damn heavy door. Everyone inside were generally young, and all sitting on the floor in assigned rows, chatting and smiling as if the dead hadn't risen at all. As if everything was back to normal.

Matthias whistled sharply and the troop quickly stood up, giving all their attention to Matthias. He held up the two vests and smiled, clearing his throat. "Capture the Flag." he said simply, and his calm, deep voice echoed around the brick walls. "Split down half the rows are your two teams. Each team gets five minutes to hide their flag, but it has to be in sight. It can't be completely hidden. You have the entire place to play. Artie's gonna go over the loudspeaker and let everyone know that you guys are just playing capture the flag and not actually running for your lives. I want to see you guys do good. I want to see some strategy and some teamwork, got it?"
"GOT IT!" everyone repeated loudly, and Matthias couldn't help but smile. The teams split up and instantly had wide smiles on their faces, one person from each team going up and grabbing one of the flags from Matthias's hands. They rushed out of the room and in just a few minutes later, Artie briefly informed everyone over the intercom that the military group was playing capture the flag.

Matthias took a deep breath, letting out the deep air in his lungs that echoed around the room. "So..." he began, rocking slightly on his heels. "What's.. up?"

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Matthias raised his eyebrows in surprise when the other had just blurted out a sexuality, turning his head to look down at the smaller Russian. Well, that was.. better. That was a good thing, that Ashi at least liked guys somewhere in there. That was better. It was. It was much better than Ashi being straight. The very thought of asking a guy out that turned out to be straight absolutely terrified Matthias to the very core, so he just never asked anyone, really. He was always too self-conscious; always too self aware. Always too afraid to take a leap.

He smiled softly, nodding his head, but still, even if Ashi did like guys, he still sexually harassed him. Whether he liked guys or not, Matthias felt, he still did something he didn't have permission to do, and he felt extremely guilty about it. Still, though.. He couldn't help but smile. This meant that he had a chance. This meant that he had a shot at a relationship, even in this shit world that they had to live in.

Speaking of this shit world... Matthias paused, taking a moment to think about it. He had never really gotten super attached to people aside from his original family and Alana, mostly because he had always been to scared to lose everyone else. And in this apocalyptic world that they survived in, not many made it. People died every day, sure, but now, they had less to prevent it with. There weren't many doctors anymore. There wasn't much food, less clean water. You could die from a simple cold in today's world. And it wasn't fair.

Matthias swallowed thickly, clearing his throat, glancing away and back down to Ashi again. "Did you.. did you, you know, want it? Did you enjoy it?" He paused, running his tongue over his bottom lip, his dark blue eyes analytical as he stared down at the smaller. He cleared his throat again, his face going red, trying his best to just spit out what he wanted to say. With a deep breath and a nervous chuckle, he asked: "... Can I do it again?" This time he wasn't just smiling nervously, he was smirking: this ultimate sexy smirk that was borderline predatory and confident and could make absolutely anybody weak at the knees.

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Matthias's eyebrows rose, his smirk widening slightly, letting his tongue run over his teeth. He looked Ashi up and down, as if he were sizing up his prey. This did not seem like Matthias at all, and in all honesty, it was a lovely turn of events. It was nice to see that Matthias had a different, more instinctual side to him that wasn't just sad smiles and super-domestic tendencies like leaving notes around or greeting a lover in the morning with sweet kisses. Matthias was a helpless romantic, let's just leave it at that.

Matthias's eyes caught on Ashi's lips, and then his mouth practically watered when he caught sight of the tongue piercing. That was so damn hot.. He took a deep breath, mostly to keep himself grounded from totally flipping out over the fact that this just had to be a dream, because this didn't just happen to Matthias, though you would suspect that it would, considering his looks. Most sexual activity actually made Matthias extremely uncomfortable. He would hate getting hit on in public, and he would hate being persuaded or sometimes forced into things he didn't want to do. Everything had to be just right, and right now.. with Ashi, seemed perfect.

Matthias's smirk widened at the other's.. challenge, and slowly nodded his head. He closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss to come when Ashi leaned up, but when it never came, Matthias eventually opened his eyes. He flushed in embarrassment, but kept up his confident demeanor. He shivered slightly at Ashi's words: discipline was.. hot. He had to admit, it really was. He cocked an eyebrow, stepping in front of Ashi fully and placing a large hand on his chest, taking large steps with his naturally long legs to back the other up to the nearest wall, suddenly reaching down and wrapping his palms underneath the thigh right above Ashi's knees and lifted him up. He brought the smaller's legs waist level, waiting for Ashi to latch on before moving his hands on either side of his head, effectively pinning the Russian to the brick wall with a little bit of force.

Matthias moved forward, pressing his lips hard to the other's: this kiss much more demanding than the last but still as needy as before. He was relentless, just giving his all, and right when Ashi was beginning to get into the kiss, he would move away to the Russian's neck, nibbling gently and leaving an erratic, sharp bite to surprise.

Matthias, personally, wasn't a fan of violence or mean domination. He was scared just moments before that he had hurt Ashi when he had just.. hugged and kissed his neck in his sleep. He was always worried he would hurt a partner, but he was always one to please, always gave the other what he wanted. He was okay with doing it rough, he was more than happy to do it rough and do it mean and just how Ashi liked it. As long as he wasn't the one getting hit or slapped or choked. Matthias did not like that, not at all. Praise, however... Matthias liked that. Matthias loved it.

"What do you say we finish this back at mine, babe?" he asked, his voice deep and throaty and all the synonyms of the word sexy.

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((i'm sorry friend but i'm not very comfortable with rping smut!! if you make a fic of it, though, i would be more than happy to read u//w//u))

Matthias couldn't help but grin at the other's teasing, his challenging. He knew that they both wanted it, and that they both wanted it badly. For different reasons, maybe, maybe not. Matthias wanted it because he knew that he was so lonely and so desperate for someone to love him like this, for someone to just.. be with. He needed it, he needed it so badly and he wasn't just saying that because he had the hottest guy he'd seen in years pinned to the wall. He was thinking it because he knew that he needed the validation. He needed someone to please, and he needed someone to tell him that he was doing good, that he was doing okay. That he'd be okay.

He laughed softly, glancing away for a moment to think. "I'm not gonna carry you," Matthias answered after a while, backing away from the wall and letting the other unravel himself from his waist. "Because I don't want to give the elderly ladies across the street a heart attack." He laughed again, his smile dazzling. "And, also because I'm way too tired to. I want to.. save my energy, if you know what I'm saying." Once the other was off of him and on his feet he motioned for him to follow, leaving the echoing room and heading straight for the big doors, instantly seeing his troops running around outside, some guarding, some chasing. It looked like they were having lots of fun. Matthias sure knew that he was gonna have some fun, too.

He walked nonchalantly down the street, grinning at Ashi all the wile. He had to admit, he was excited for this. He was excited to please Ashi; he was excited to really do something that benefited them both here. It didn't take long; considering how fast Matthias was actually walking, to get to their apartment. He headed instantly for the stairs, leaping up effortlessly nearly three at a time, the muscles in his legs working just like they should. Once they were on the second floor, Matthias ushered the other into his room, shut and locked the door behind him, and then hoisted Ashi back up so his legs wrapped around his hips again. He headed straight for his bedroom, walking around the couch and shouldering through the open door, practically throwing the small Russian onto the bed and then crawling right on top of him, hovering inches from his face.

"Bet ye five pounds that I can make you scream." he whispered, and, removing his shirt, went to work.

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Oh dear God that was.. that was perfect. Matthias could only hope that it was as good for Ashi as it was for him. He went rough; he was afraid that he might break the bed, in all honesty. He was afraid that he might break Ashi, considering that he had just gotten over bullet wounds for Christ's sake. But.. Alana was a good doctor, and the stitches held on, even though Matthias's self-control didn't.

If he thought he was tired before, there was no explaining how tired he was now. He didn't care that he was supposed to be working, he didn't care... He would make it up tomorrow. Besides, his little army was having fun. And believe me, so was he.
Matthias let out a satisfied sigh, lying down on his back, his eyes closed in euphoria. Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He whimpered childishly, demanding attention, and easily moved the other so he was laying into his side with his arm wrapped around him protectively, finishing the piste resistance with grabbing a spare blanket from the floor (that he usually kicked off if he thought was too hot) and bringing over the two of them.

Matthias smiled with a small laugh and just said: "Wow."

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((yessSss pleAAse and it's okay!!! and sorry i was busy today uwu))

Matthias laughed at his words, a large, genuine smile overtaking his features. "Yeah, it did just happen." he murmured, wrapping his chiseled arms around the other a little more tightly and closing his eyes. He had to admit, he felt the same way. It had been a long time since he had actually messed around with someone like that, and sincerely enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he felt validated, especially in bed. He was.. happy. It might have just been the aftershock talking, but still.. he felt a lot better than he had moments ago. He felt free, he felt loose, he felt open. He felt like he could just lie back and relax for the rest of his life.

That had honestly reminded him of the days when he was a new model at the age of eighteen. He had never told his mother, but he had been asked to shoot some... adult films. At first he had been asked about filming them with other girls, but Matthias instantly refused, simply stating that he didn't swing that way. Of course, the company knew exactly what he meant, and they offered then to put him with men. Well, the problem there was was that Matthias hadn't been with anyone before. He hadn't filled out as beautifully as he did until his later years of high school and by then he was too busy with his siblings to be in a relationship. Not like there were many gay guys just hiding around corners and popping out at him.
Anyway, Matthias knew that he wouldn't get this opportunity: to lose his virginity to a legitimate professional. And he did. He lost it on camera, and he bottomed. Matthias had to admit: one of the best days of his life. That was just how good it was. He was patient with Matthias and he was good. He would throw in the occasional "good boy" and Matthias would nearly lose it every time. It was that day he discovered how much he loved the teasing, dominating praise in bed. He loved it. Whether he topped or bottomed.
Matthias's mother never asked why he was leaving the house at such strange times, nor did she question the sudden money that Matthias was acquiring from filming these scenes. And Matthias never told her. When he came home limping one day, though... he was pretty sure his mom had a good idea of what was going on.

Matthias realized, during his walk down memory lane, how heavy his eyelids were, and how close he was to dreaming. He opened his eyes as far as they would go, even bringing up a hand and slapping himself slightly. "Can't go to sleep," he muttered to himself, "Too much work to do. Can't go to sleep." His body protested and he groaned, squeezing onto Ashi and burying his face into the smaller's hair, just laying there for a moment. He had to get up. He had to, and he knew it. He needed to write evaluations. He reluctantly unraveled himself from Ashi, getting to the side of the bed and standing, finding his boxer-briefs from the floor and pulling them back on. He headed for the drawers at the far wall, opening one and pulling out two pairs of sweatpants, one pair gray and one pair black, and opened another to grab one large, maroon sweater and one simple pale green shirt. He tossed the black pair of sweat pants and maroon sweatshirt onto the bed, figuring that Ashi could wear his clothes until they get him some his size the next time they go on a supply run. He also bet that Ashi would like wearing clothes a couple sizes too big. Everyone does. It's cozy.

He put the gray sweatpants and green tshirt on efficiently enough, successfully not tripping when stepping into the sweatpants. He yawned, stretched, and said: "Be right back." before leaving the room and into the living room, grabbing a bunch of different notebooks and a pen and coming back into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him for some weird reason, but he wasn't really thinking about it, considering he was half asleep. He put some notebooks down on the floor by the nightstand and picked up some along the way, his eyes scanning for what he needed. Sticking the blue pen in between his teeth, he narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, but suddenly looked up at Ashi as if he remembered something. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to sleep? I have to finish this so I can't come to bed with you, but I'll work in the living room if you want some rest. You still have to recover from your injuries, after all."

Matthias took a few steps forward, sitting on the side of the bed with one leg curled underneath him and ruffled Ashi's hair affectionately. "Or, you can stay up with me and we can cuddle on the couch?" his words were hopeful, and his crooked smile suggested that he hoped for the latter.

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Matthias smiled once the other agreed to cuddle with him on the couch, and nodded once he said that he might fall asleep. "That's inevitable," he joked softly, matching Ashi's whisper and wrapping his arm around the smaller frame. He could get used to this. He really, really could. It made him forget about everything that was going on outside of the walls. It made him forget that the world had ended, it made him forget about the growing threat in the west. Ashi made him forget about his daily troubles, and for that, Matthias was grateful.

"Here, hold these." Matthias instructed, holding out the notebooks for Ashi to take, piled on top of each other. He stuck the pen behind his ear once Ashi took the books and grinned mischievously, moving his arms underneath Ashi's back and behind his knees, effortlessly lifting him up and spinning around quickly once for good measure, unable to contain is grin. "Just because I could understand why you can't walk after that~" he crooned, his voice unbelievably sexy and teasing, and headed for the door with Ashi in his arms. He passed through without hitting Ashi on anything, thankfully, and placed the other down on the couch gently.
He plopped down beside him, thanking him for carrying the notebooks, and opening a few of them. He glanced at Ashi every now and then, bringing his legs up and crossing them, making his knees a great thing to write on. He removed the pen from behind his ear and stuck it in his mouth again, flipping through pages with lots and lots of words and numbers on each. In the biggest one, he flipped to a new page and started writing, glancing from one notebook to the next. He squinted at the words, but shook his head and looked around, his eyes landing on his reading glasses on the coffee table. Yes, if you didn't think Matthias could get any hotter, he could. He put the thick glasses on and continued his work.

He smiled over at Ashi, raising his left arm to invite the other to snuggle into his side. "So," he began, sighing contentedly, "Does this mean anything?" he asked, his voice genuinely curious. Personally, he really would like it if it was something more than just sex, but if that's what Ashi wanted, it's what he would give him. "Are we.. together?"

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Matthias smiled down at Ashi and nodded, his blue eyes shining. He was happy. He was, he really was. He wasn't just smiling because he wanted Alana to stop worrying about him. He wasn't just smiling because he didn't want any unwanted attention from his superiors concerning his health. In other words, Matthias wasn't faking it this time. This time, he really was happy. Matthias had a reason to be happy: Ashi just pretty much agreed to be his boyfriend!

Still, though, Matthias was a little withdrawn from the whole idea. He had just met Ashi less than twenty-four hours ago, and they had already had amazing sex and are now getting together. He felt like.. he knew absolutely nothing about Ashi. They were getting together and he barely knew anything about him. He wanted to know more, he really, really did. Not just because he was curious about who Ashi was, but also because he was just plain interested. His own life was extremely boring back in Manchester: he rode on cows for fuck's sake. He lived with his mother and his four other siblings in a tiny house on their tiny farm. He got bullied in school and then became a model, both for the same reason: his looks. To this day, Matthias has crippling insecurities about his appearance. Aside from the occasional star in an adult film, that was pretty much it. He was nothing special.

He continued to work, doing everything effortlessly with his right hand because his left was occupied by the small body that was Ashi. "What's it like living in Russia?" he asked absent-mindedly, glancing down at Ashi with a small smile. "Is it cold? It rains too much in England, that's for sure. Anything over 21 Celsius is enough to bring in the Royal Navy."

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Matthias smiled, listening to the other's story but not taking his eyes off of his writing. It didn't seem like he was listening, but he was. He just wasn't used to others being with him when he worked. He was used to being alone. Recently, at least. You know, with the world technically ending and all that. He finished a page in record time, flipping over to the next side and continuing with his columns of names and numbers. He tightened his arm around Ashi, even letting his head rest against the other's. This was nice. It really was.

Matthias paused when the other quickly stopped his story and glanced down at the other for a moment, but didn't say anything. He continued to write, glancing from notebook to notebook. He thought about the other's scars and he bit on his lip, but he wouldn't say his thoughts out loud. Everyone had their stories, most that no one wanted to talk about. Matthias knew that he had his. If Ashi wanted to tell him one day, then he would. There was no rush. Ashi didn't have to tell him at all. It was a mystery he was more than willing to live with.

"Yeah?" he grinned at the other's story, shaking his head in amazement. "It snowed only around thirty centimetres every year where I was from. It rarely even got cold. It did hail a lot, in the winter. Only cause it rains so bloody much." He stopped writing for a moment, looking away with a smile, thinking about home. "It was so beautiful, where I grew up." His voice was soft. "It was so green. When the sun shone through the clouds it was breathtaking. I grew up in the middle of nowhere. We had a small cattle farm. It was really our only intake, after me dad left for Ireland." He paused, stopping his writing for a moment. "It was magical in England, you know? Like straight out of a fairytale. Me and me sisters thought that this bridge we lived by was haunted, and that the forest a kilo or two from the home was enchanted. We would go looking for fairies and magical fruit." He laughed softly, continuing to write. "The village I lived in was absolutely ancient. Everything was cobblestone. The aqueduct was ancient, as well. Still, it was our water source." He paused, raising his eyebrows for a moment. "Actually, I have a picture of it. I do. Once sec."

He gently peeled himself from Ashi and stood from the couch, jogging back to the bedroom and bringing out a thin piece of paper, no doubt from a magazine or something, or maybe even a brochure. Matthias quickly walked back to the couch, plopping down next to Ashi and inviting him into his side again. He pointed to the picture. "Those houses, over there, in the top left corner. They're a few streets away from where I lived. That's the aqueduct we thought was haunted. We had lots of theories, made up lots of ghosts. I visited the place lots of times, by myself." He stopped then, his smile faltering, staring at the picture. His eyes trailed away for a moment, and he leaned forward to gently place the picture on the coffee table. "I miss England." he sighed, giving a small shrug. "But, America's my home now, I guess. If we can still call it America."

Matthias cleared his throat, closing the notebook he had finished with and opening a new one, writing a name at the top of the paper and then writing a small paragraph beneath it. He was writing evaluations for the troops. He was done with most of them, though, and had a couple to do. Matthias wrote quickly, and he was finished within ten minutes in relative, concentrating silence. "So," he started up again, glancing around and finding a green notebook, "Where did you grow up? Any stories?"

((sorry friend i was busy yesterday!!))

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((its fine!! ive been meaning to ask you: have you got any plot ideas?? cause ive got a few, but its too early to do any of them uwu))

Matthias listened to the other's story with a sad sort of smile, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Matthias was truly expecting a happier story, something to really smile over, but he supposed that Ashi didn't have any of those. Living on a military didn't sound like it was very fun, especially not as a child. He suddenly felt very more appreciative of where he grew up and how he lived, even though it proved to be a true struggle sometimes. He could recall quite a few times in his teens, sitting along the edge of the aqueduct and sizing up the steep drop into the rocky waters beneath, and hoped for a little while that the rock underneath him would crumble. It never happened.

But the story that Matthias got was pretty darn sad and graphic. The older swallowed thickly, and decided to make a joke about it, to lighten the mood. "You must have been a tough twelve year old." he teased gently, meaning no harm in the small banter: just trying to lighten up the mood was all. He couldn't hurt Ashi's feelings if he tried, honestly. He couldn't really hurt anyone's feelings. He just wasn't good at being mean, because he knew what it was like to be mean to. He knew what it was like to get your feelings soul-crushingly hurt. The words that were thrown at him still stick with him, to this day. To this day, he can't look at himself with thinking of those words, those mean names. There's not one morning where he doesn't wake up with it on his mind.

Matthias was about to open his mouth and say something again until Alana burst - or tried to burst - through the front door. "Oh my God Matth-" bang. "Hey, why'd you lock the door? You never lock the door!" Matthias rolled his eyes but turned to Ashi and held his finger to his lips, motioning for the other to stay quiet. "Matthiiiaaaassss!" Alana whined, jiggling the doorknob, "I know you're in there! Don't make me break in!"
"Alright, alright," Matthias sighed, getting up from the couch and towards the door, unlocking it and turning, heading straight back to the couch as Alana successfully swung open the door. The smile that overtook her face was wide and absolutely joyful as Matthias plopped down next to Ashi again and wrapped an arm around the smaller frame, but she didn't say anything.

Matthias took a glance out the window: it was nearly sunset. They must have been going at it for a long, amazing time. Matthias grinned slightly, looking up to Alana as she closed the door behind her. "What'd'ye want, Alana?"
She grinned, nearly jumping up and down. "So, I'm your best friend, right?"
"Yeah, sure?"
Alana scoffed and rolled her eyes at that, but kept going. "And you won't get mad at me no matter what, right?"
"Alana, you're freaking me out. What is it?"
"You won't believe what I found! Well, what one of my patients found on the run today. Speaking of which, have you put together next week's run yet?"
Matthias shook his head, watching Alana take the heavy bag off of her back. "No. I'm gonna put myself down, though; need more ammo for a few specific weapons. See if we can find any. Do you want me to put you down, too?" Alana nodded, murmuring something about how she needed some medicine or something.

"So," she started, pulling out a thin, shiny piece of paper from a magazine, but facing the wrong way so Matthias couldn't see it. "I know you told me you modeled a little, but everyone who has posed in front of a camera calls themselves a model! I had no idea that you modeled for Calvin Klein!" She turned the paper around, the magazine cover with Matthias as a younger man on it in Calvin Klein underwear. And only that. (its that picture from a lil while ago)
Matthias visibly paled, jolting slightly in his seat from shock or surprise. He practically leaped from the couch, his face pretty pained.
"Gimme that." he instantly demanded, but to Alana, this all was a game.
"Oh, come on, lemme keep it! Look how cute you were!"

Matthias sighed grimly, running his hand over his face as Alana sat down on the couch next to Ashi. "Come on, look at him! That curly hair! Wow, your abs were lots tinier back then."
"Well, duh, I was like nineteen." Matthias shot back, heading for the magazine cover, but Alana quickly gave it to Ashi, grinning and jumping at Matthias, clinging to him like a koala. Matthias simply stood deadpan as Alana struggled to even move him in the slightest bit.
"Go down! Go down! I'll whoop your ass!" She promised, and Matthias groaned loudly, but fell to the ground nonetheless. He just laid on his back without a struggle and Alana cheerfully declared victory, sitting on top of the Brit's toned chest with her arms in the air.

In less than a second Matthias pretty much shoved her off - gently - and headed for the paper. He took it quickly from Ashi, looking down at the picture and the pain and disgust on his face was evident. His eyes scanned over the page, grimacing, and was about to rip it apart until Alana stopped him. "No! Don't rip it!"
Matthias groaned again, holding the paper down at his side and covering his eyes. "I don't want to look at it anymore." he mumbled, holding onto it a little too tightly, "And I don't want you to look at it, either. Ugh, disgusting."
"Oh, come on! I think you looked great. Don't you think so too, Ashi?"

((this is a lil long sorry i was trying to boost some muse owo))

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((fuCk ive been busy))

Matthias looked up once Ashi spoke, watching as the other covered his face with Matthias's hood. He swallowed thickly, noting that he had somehow upset the other. Maybe it had been their fighting? He wasn't sure, but he knew that he had to make it right. He needed to make Ashi feel better. With a glance up to Alana, Matthias realized that she too noticed that Ashi wasn't feeling very up to par. There was silence for a moment, and Matthias decided to fill that empty space with a deep sigh.

"You should be getting home, Alana," Matthias said softly, "Curfew is soon. And Jared's probably missing you."
Alana shrugged with a small, sad smile. "Yeah, I guess so," she responded simply, rolling her shoulders and heading to her bag. She brushed some strands of blonde hair behind one ear, lifting up the bag with a small grunt and flinging it around onto her shoulders. She watched with a small smile as Matthias went back around the couch and assumed position next to Ashi, bringing an arm around the smaller and pulling him into his side.
"How is Jared?" Matthias asked, now just trying to normalize the atmosphere by starting up a conversation.
Alana shrugged, her glance moving away. "He's Jared." she answered, tucking another loose strand behind her ear.

"Why do you go out with him, Alana?" Matthias asked, not averting his own gaze. "He can be such an asshole, and he's almost ten years older than you. You can do so much better."
Alana shrugged again and shook her head, but she didn't answer Matthias. "Goodnight, Matty." she whispered, and turned for the door, leaving before Matthias could say anything else. The older sighed, running a hand through his hair and glancing at Ashi.
"Jared's a dangerous guy," Matthias muttered. "I'm worried for her. But, maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, let's get to bed." Matthias stood from the couch and brought the other into his arms again, heading for the bedroom with the magazine cover still tight in his hand. He set the other down gently on the bed, moving back the covers and getting in underneath him. "Night, babe." he whispered, and shut off the lamp beside him.

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Matthias smiled at the fact that Keegan was feeling better, but he really couldn't say much for himself. "It still hurts." he murmured, running a hand over his face, trying to wake himself up. He felt a little floaty, too, but he had specifically asked the nurse not to give him too much morphine. At least, not unless it was necessary. Matthias hated the feeling of being drugged, he hated it so much. He didn't have nice memories with it. He would rather be in pain.

Matthias just nodded at the other's words, just happy that the other survived. He had gone into shock, too, but that was expected. At the rate of blood loss, the medics were just pretty much waiting for it to happen.

Matthias waited patiently for his water, but he wanted it so badly. He needed it. Of course, there was a steady drip of water for who knew how long, but he was sill horribly thirsty. His mouth and throat were dry and begged for hydration. When the nurse turned to him, Matthias tried sitting up, but the older man gently pushed the other back down, saying something about how he shouldn't move or he might reopen the wound. The water was like heaven to Matthias, and he drank it all down in one swing. Still, though, the nurse would only let him have one. Something again about water cramps.

Matthias watched the male nurse check some clipboards and look at some crude machinery, and Matthias started to feel bad. He felt like he was wasting their resources. For all he knew, he might be the only survivor from home. At this, his eyes watered, and he quickly wiped at them as the male nurse left them. "What if I'm the only one?" Matthias whispered, and the tears came again. He had lost his family early on, sure. But the idea that everyone else he had ever known in his entire life being dead, too? It wounded him. It really did. "I was born here, I grew up here, in this city. And now it's in ruins." Matthias took a deep breath, wiping ath is eyes. He did not need to lose any more moisture.

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((its fine friend!!))

Matthias took a deep breath, removing his hands from his eyes and letting them rest on the bed at his sides. He stared up at the dirtied ceiling for a moment, his light blue eyes darting over the patterns on the white. He swallowed thickly, gnawing on his lip for a moment. He took another deep breath, but this one was interrupted by a thick cough, and Matthias had to bring a hand up to cover his mouth as he let his damaged lungs rip through the coughs.

Once they had subsided, he glanced back over to Keegan with furrowed brows. He glanced down to the other's hand, then back up to the other's face. He glanced around the room once over, looking around for the male nurse who had left the room. He glanced at the floor between them for a moment, and slowly sat up. He was silent as he took a step off of his bed, standing only on his good leg and leaving his injured one elevated. He grabbed onto the bottom of the bed, pushing it sideways, listening to the wheels at the posts roll across the floor. He hopped to keep up with the bed, so he wouldn't fall, and stopped pushing when his bed was right up next to Keegan's. He grabbed onto the IV stand, too, and rolled it in the same direction. He got back into bed, now right next to Keegan, and got under his sheet. Under the cover, he searched for Keegan's hand and found it, holding on tightly.

"Tell me something happy," he requested, "A story."

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Matthias squeezed his eyes blue shut against the sunlight that shone through the thick drapes in front of the window. He burrowed his face into the other's hair, his muscled arms tightening around the smaller, much lither frame. He breathed deeply, holding the other to his chest protectively. With the way he furrowed his dark eyebrows flow on his forehead, it was obvious that he just did not want to wake up. It wasn't even that late, and yet, it was probably the best sleep he had gotten in a long time. Even though he had stayed up hours after the two of them had went to bed, just.. thinking. Mostly about work, and about the recruits, and about other gangs. Stuff like that.

When he had finally fallen asleep, he had gotten maybe four hours or so. And it felt pretty amazing. But, now that the light was shining through the curtains, it seemed like the day was telling him to get off his lazy ass already. He groaned softly, untangling himself from Ashi and stretching his limbs out wide, yawning and listening with a satisfactory grin to the pops in his back. He deflated for a moment, letting out a loud sigh and just relaxing on the mattress. With a sniffle, he rolled over to the other and gave him a quick kiss on the side of his head.

"Come on, I'll make breakfast." he whispered, rolling off the bed and stretching his long limbs with a long yawn. He shook the fluff of hair at the top of his head, running a hand through it to get it out of his eyes, but it just fell right back to its curly position. Mathias didn't really seem to mind. He continued his walk through the room, heading for the door to see what he could make for breakfast, but stopped when he glanced in the mirror at himself. He paused, moving as if to keep walking, but he never did. He stopped fully in front of the mirror, staring for a few moments, his eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes raking over his own body. He brought a hand up to his face, running over it. He glanced down to his midriff, lifting his shirt slightly, as if there could actually be something wrong with his abdomen. He even turned to the side, checking for thinness. He shook his head slightly, his blue eyes flooding with a look of disgust, but let go of his shirt and continued his way. He opened his bedroom door and quickly jogged into the living room area, heading for the kitchen and searching for things to eat.

"I have, um... cereal." he called from the kitchen, glancing up when the other walked through, "And that's it. It's literally all I have in the apartment." He pulled out the box of Cheerios from the cupboard, grabbing two plastic cups and filling one each with the small, round cereal. He closed the box back up and put it back where it belonged, lonely on that one shelf, and grabbed them both. He hummed a familiar tune as he set the two cups down on the cupboard, moving to sit down, but the song was just too catchy.

"So here's a story from A to Z, you wanna get with me you gotta listen carefully-" he murmured, swaying slightly to the Spice Girls. He turned to Ashi as he continued the verse, his Manchester accent coming thick and making some of the words incomprehensible. "We got Em in the place who likes it in your face, we got G like MC who likes it on an Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady, and as for me you'll see-" By now, he was dancing to the music in his head, and dancing quite horribly, might I add. Good think that he wasn't good at everything. He was just good looking. If he was granted any more, then it was obvious that God was just picking favorites.

"I'll tell you what I want what I really really want- so tell me what you want what you really really want- Dance with me! - i'll tell you what i want what i really really want- so tell me what you want what you really really want-I said danceAshi!- i wanna i wanna i wanna zigga zig ah!" By now he was full out jamming in front of the couch, humming the melody as he jammed around the living room, being the big nerd he was. I don't think you understand: he had Spice Girls posters all around his room back home in Manchester. He loved the Spice Girls. He wondered if any of them were still alive.

By the time the song was over, Matthias was laughing softly and eventually plopped down onto the couch, grabbing his cup of Cheerios. He murmured "bottom's up" before pouring a few of the grains into his mouth and chewing slowly, in absolutely no rush unlike he usually is. "How'd you sleep?" he asked the other, as if he wasn't singing Spice Girls moments before.

((is there anything that could boost your muse??? uwu))

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Water. The word danced over his lips, and yet he couldn't hear it. His lips were too dry, his mouth too dry, as well. His throat scratched and begged for water each time he swallowed, even though there wasn't much to swallow. He needed water. Even if he was a superhuman with increased survival capabilities and powers and all that, he needed water. He was still human, even if he wasn't sure what he really was anymore. Thanks to those handy-dandy scientists, he could last much longer than three days without water. He could last at least a week, now. But that week was almost up.

Once.. whatever it was broke out, everyone in the facility had to leave in a hurry. They had to drop everything and evacuate. And that everything included Eli. A few had made the attempts to unlock the large cage that he was trapped in, but there was just never enough time. There were too many of those.. things in the base. There were too many of those monsters loose. Even now, he could hear them trying to bang their way through the main doorways into the lab. Thankfully, they hadn't found the back doors. Hopefully, someone would find that back door and save him. And get him out of there.

The lab smelled. The lab smelled horribly. The room stank of rotting flesh, of decaying bodies that couldn't last as long as he could. Decayed bodies that had turned into those monsters and were just continuing to rot and groan in their cages, starving, just like Eli was. Trapped.

He never asked for this. Eli was living a perfectly good and healthy life. He had friends. His family loved him. He had a great job, and he was so close to graduating college. Not to mention, he had the greatest boyfriend anyone could ask for. They wanted to get married after they graduated. And yet, it had just been swept out underneath his feet. They just scooped him up and took him away from the perfect life he was leading. Took him away from his home. From everything he knew. They took him to these labs and put him through these painful tests. Needle after needle after needle. Test after test after test. It was all just trial and error. To the men and women in those white coats.. It was all just a game. His life was a game to them.

And then, sitting in that cage, he realized just how horrible of a right turn his life had made. Sure, he had superpowers now, but.. that wasn't cool enough, you know? He would much rather have his old life back than to be able to shoot fire from his hands and be able to control it. He would give it away in a second. To have what he used to have back right in front of him. Still, Eli remembered what the world had become. Were any of his friends still alive? His family? His boyfriend? At this thought, tears came to his eyes, but he willed them away successfully. He couldn't cry. He didn't have any water left in him. If he cried, it would be over, and he knew it.

Eli had tried everything to get out of there. He had. He used his heightened strength to try and punch, kick, and pull through the bars. But, the scientists had anticipated his escape. So to this, the bars were immune. He tried his fire. He tried melting the bars. It worked a little, but he couldn't get it hot enough to melt it all the way through without getting too tired. It was useless. He couldn't get out. And the worst part about it was was that the keys were on the table just a few yards away. They were so close. His freedom was so, so close.. And he couldn't get it. He couldn't reach it.

Eli let his head rest against the cold metal of the cage beneath him, closing his eyes. This was it. He would die of dehydration. There was no way he was getting out of this horrible, horrible situation with his life unless someone were to run through right at his very moment-
He sat up straight when he heard footsteps, down that back way. The way where the monsters hadn't found yet. He swallowed thickly, trying his best to ignore the scratching of his throat and the loud beating of his heart. Someone was here. Someone was here to save him.

((yeAAAhh and here comes your character!! hope this was okay!! :]))

@feral

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yeeAAAh! others will be made i promISE

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Aleksander knew what was going on. He wasn't stupid. He may not have known English very well, but he knew that red lights weren't good, and he knew what panic and fear was. He could feel the tension in the cabin as the pilot came over the loudspeaker and issued an emergency landing, even though he didn't know the English word for it. He knew that something was wrong. What, exactly? He didn't really know. But, then again, he was sure that no one else really knew what the hell was going on, anyway. They weren't explaining much. He could make out most of the words that came over the speaker, and he desperately wished that someone could translate into Norwegian; his native tongue. But this chance was slim to none, as he was flying from an English speaking country to yet another English speaking country. Again, chances were slim.

He only went to America in the first place because of something with school. It was a sort of immersion program, where they would send amateur English speakers to a country like America or London to help them learn English. There was nothing better than dumping a kid in a country that spoke the language that he needed to learn, where no one else spoke his language. He hated it at first, of course. No one spoke or read Norwegian in California and daily struggles were inevitable. He found himself not even wanting to get out of bed in the American house that he lived in in the morning anymore. He missed Norway. He missed his parents and his little sisters. He missed his language. But, still, he pulled through. Other students survived, and so could he. A month later, he came out of the program with a much better understanding of the English language. He thanked the family from California and headed to his final destination before he could go home: England.

In that moment, Alek couldn't remember why he needed to go to England. In that intensifying moment of panic, he completely forgot why he was going there in the first place. It seemed and felt irrelevant. Something was going on, and this was far more important than whatever reason he was going to the European country for. With the pilots over the loudspeaker and the general fear in the cabin around him, it was all just.. irrelevant.

Alek couldn't help but take a glance at the man sitting a seat down from him in his row. Whoever had the ticket in the middle seat of the row hadn't shown up, for whatever reason. Alek, unbeknownst to the real epidemic at hand, would never know that he man that was supposed to be sitting in the seat next to him had already succumbed to the disease that was ravaging the world at unbelievable speed. But, the man at the end of the row, whom he hadn't spoken too the whole flight, caught his eye. He was attractive. He was Alek's type. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what it would be like to hook up with this man.

Alek was torn from his thoughts when the plane had begun to descend. He let go of his thick hardback book that was absolutely covered in Norwegian. Who even knew what the book was about? It was a fantasy novel of some sort. Alek ate fiction and fantasy books up like you would not believe. He loved to read. He loved it so much. It took him away from his daily struggles. It took away his homesickness by giving him a new home to live in, a new world to experience, and new people to live it with. Books took him away to places that he would love to call home. They made him happy. He placed the fantasy novel on his lap as he felt the plane begin to descend. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the small bumps and bounces as the plane finally landed.

Alek tried his best to stay calm, but his heart was racing. Something was wrong. It wasn't long before they were all being ushered off the plane, for some reason or another. Alek wanted to stay in the plane, to be completely honest. It was the much safer option, but then again, he had absolutely no idea of what was actually going on. Something in his gut told him that whatever they were getting off the plane into wasn't going to be fun.
Once everyone was out on the highway, Alek quickly noted that there were barely any cars around. In fact, if there were, they were empty. Why would anyone leave their car on a highway like that? Everyone was too loud. Alek wanted them to be quiet. For some reason, he wanted them to be as silent as possible. Everything else was too quiet. Too delicate.

The blond whirled around when he heard a shrill scream and nearly threw up at the sight of something very human and very.. dead run at one of the passengers and tackle them quickly to the ground to begin its feast. Alek quickly looked away and swallowed down his breakfast, feeling dizzy and unsure of what to do. Where could he go? What could he do? His eyes landed on the forest and it was then that he realized that he could totally head for the coverage there. Hide it out, if he could. He made his way for the foliage until something hard rammed into his side and sent him to the asphalt. He quickly rolled to see one of those undead monsters dive for him, mouth open wide and willing to take a bite, but Alek had gotten his hands up faster. He yelled and whimpered from the surprising amount of exertion it took to hold this thing up as it bit at him, right in his face, trying to sink its teeth in. From the sounds around him, he wasn't wrong to assume that more had come. He screamed, unable to take his eyes off the monster as it bit closer and closer to his pale face.

((yeAAh and your character can just jump in to save him!!! :] hope that was okay!!))