(A:N)
Before this imagine starts, I would like to give a very big shoutout to 12coffeewaves. She's the one that wrote this imagine. Check out her LeafyIsHere Imagines! She makes really good imagines :D  (This was my 42nd chapter. But, I wanted to get this shout-out out to the person that deserves it the most <3 

(P.S. Calvin that's how you give a shoutout)

Now, to the imagine...

I walk these streets alone. I'm not sure how the bustling, lively area I once called Seattle could become this. A blood bath. The worst piece making up this dreadful puzzle, is I have nobody. Nobody at all. In fact it's funny. I would be able to feel laughter tickling my throat if it weren't so damn dry.The only thing I want right now is to find a person another human being, a wish if you could consider it one, but wishes don't come true. I rummage through garbage cans, set off car alarms. But nothing can give me any sort of, what do you call it, entertainment-enjoyment? The only thing that screams life to me is an apartment complex. 

One that none of those creatures have found a way to crowd around yet. They don't have deep infatuation for buildings, they enjoy people, living ones. Breathing ones, with emotion and feeling, ones that still have moisture in their eyes. I crane my neck, checking every angle before I pace myself all the way to the tall complex. Hearing my feet stamp against the blood soaked ground, and the mixture of groans and whimpers that release from both the living and the dead. 

(T I M E S K I P)

I look up seeing the building tower over me as if I was an ant. The doors wiggle as a draft struggles to push through the crack. I grasp the brass handles and swing the door open, letting myself into a well kept lobby. Feeling the doors slam behind me.This was a luxury I was never able to afford, a decent living space. I look straight ahead to see a stairwell, my head flooding with assumption that the power went out and rendered the elevators useless. I race up the stairs, stopping on each level for a split second in efforts to hear anything. Just a shout. A laugh. A sigh. Anything to show that someone is still living.

(T I M E S K I P)

I feel my chest heave, as I wasted my precious energy, racing up a damned stairwell. But over my lungs burning and my chest feeling as if it's going to pop into a million pieces I hear a loud cough. I turn my head, my brow furrowing as I turn to see a door slightly ajar. The only thing that is seen outside these doors are molding food and garbage. I sprint to see the crack in the door, and as I draw closer I hear much more commotion, but more of an organized commotion, as if it's always been like that.I pull the crack open with my fingers and can barely see a shadowed figure sitting in complete darkness hovered over some sort of computer. Playing a game that my brother most likely would've played. I step in quietly and watch as his eyes jump from the screen and then to me, jumping a little, I see his entire body roll in frustration as he rises from his whining leather seat and picks up something from the side of his desk, I hear his mumbles, "Not one of these fucking things again.

 "God damn."I squeal, jumping before I pin myself against the door and try my hardest not to overthink,"No I'm a human!"I can almost see his brow furrowing as I watch him walk back to the desk and set down his weapon.

He looks to me, and beckons me,"You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to kill you now, Jesus Christ."I stagger over.

Seeing his lit up screens and whimper,"How'd you do that? I thought the power was gone?"

I see a small smirk and laugh escape the boys mouth,"It was but my roommate was a total fucking nerd and fixed it."

I squinted at him. Feeling as if he knew more. I looked at him. His messy brown locks. What looked to be brown eyes. Simple attire. And messy home. He couldn't know more, he looked like a teenager. I walk over and sit in a far corner of the empty room, it had some light.

 I watch as he spins in his chair,"So why did you even come in my room....?"He purses his lips and I watch his eyebrows raise.

But has his brow raises I only feel anger raise in me,"I don't know. Maybe because the world is trying to fucking die and I have nobody,"He rolls his eyes,"Jesus Christ, don't get your damn panties in a twist."

I slump into the corner trying to find another subject but he finds another for me,"Well I wouldn't say that started off great, let's starts over, my name is Calvin, and yours?"I roll my eyes looking at his windows covered with blankets.

"Kellin."He nods his head.

"Why?"I cringe a bit."What kind of question even is that... Calvin, because that's what my parents named me?"I watch him snicker, feeding off this like those creatures feed off of dead corpses.

 I watch as he turns in his chair, finally. So much for finding a 'friend.' All I found was an annoying ass child.

(T I M E S K I P)

I sit in the darkness of his room listening to his computer, and him squeal as he kills his enemies. That's probably the only thing cute about him, his voice.

I wait around for what seems like forever until he eventually spins around in his chair and whispers,"Are you like hungry or thirsty?"I roll my eyes, something he can't see in the complete darkness,"I've been hungry... and thirsty."He smiles and nods his head towards the fridge, completely turned off, obviously his nerd friend couldn't fix that one.

 But it still holds water and a few pieces of tortilla. I rock my head, pondering on his choice of food before I just snatch a water and a tortilla and walk over to the corner. I wolf the food down. Sparing no bites and the water is drunken to the last drop. I replenishes my body enough. I watch as his screen goes black. Interrupting my thoughts.

And in the moonlight escaping from the curtains I see his body roll in anger,"Well goodnight."I sit in confusion. And watch as his shadowy figure walks into another room, turning on some lamp. And then closing the door.I sit and whimper in the darkness.Darkness was always my largest weakness.I hear scratching against the walls. And groaning nearby. I try to ignore it, and lay my head on his cold wooden floors. Feeling my eyes close, not from sleep but from terror.

(T I M E S K I P)

I wake in the middle of the night in cold sweat and fear. Hearing the same clawing and gnawing, groaning and moaning nearby.Horrified.I stumble to my feet and race to his room, messing with the handle until I find it and open his door quickly. Hearing it crash against the wall behind it.I see him look up from his bed,"Are you okay?"I push my head from side to side signaling no.

I see him laugh before he grabs his shirt throwing it on and whispers,"Well then what will make you okay?"I shrug.I see him rise from his bed and stumble to his closet grabbing a large Coca Cola Tshirt and throwing it at me.

I hear his voice again through my heart racing,"Put this on, I won't look."I see him turn as I speedily put on what I safely assume is his shirt. I push my shoes to the side and watch as he makes a spot for me in his bed.I meander across his room and sit on his bed as I feel him hover over me and then lay beside me. I whisper to him,"Calvin why are you doing this?"I can hear his chest heaving.

"People enjoy stability... and I was also a total ass hat to you."I nod.

"What's the clawing and stuff that I kept hearing?"I hear Calvin cough. Turning to face the wall.

"That's my roommate."Dead silence fills the room.As thoughts race in my head.

(E N D OF K E L L I N)

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