♢♡Evan♡♢

I keep running, deciding looking behind me is a horrible idea. That is, until, my foot hits the storm drain and I stumble until I fall and smack my head on the curb. My head swims and the groaning gets closer, and I just decide this is my fate. I really hope it doesn't hurt. My vision goes dark and I let myself fall asleep.

I'm very shocked when I wake up.

I hear hushed whispers around me, people talking. I hear my name and try to sit up only to slump back down and groan. "Woooah there Ev, stay down. You fell pretty hard" Brock! That's Brock, oh my God it's Brock. I smile and fight to open my eyes, seeing Brock's worried face. He's dressed in his nursing scrubs and his green eyes are flitting across my face.

"You're alive..." I chuckle, getting a sigh of relief from him. "So are you" Brock chuckles, pulling up a chair and patting my shoulder. "How did you... get me..?" I ask, rubbing my hand down my face. "That'd be my fault" A new voice chuckles. "Ey, talk quieter, he's still weak" Brock chides as a man comes into my line of sight.

He's tall and pale and muscular as hell, dressed in a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans. Dark brown eyelashes frame bright blue eyes and his hair is shaved to the scalp on one side and drooping down the side of his head on the other. He has clown makeup painted on for some reason, along with some tattoos that dissapear under various articles of clothing.

"Evan, this is Jon. Jonathan, this is Ev" Brock huffs, which blows a few strands of hair away from his face. "Nice to save ya, kid" Jonathan smirks, winking at me as he leans on the back of Brock's shoulders. I feel myself blush a little as I push myself up, grabbing my head in my hands. "Shit.." I complain when I feel the bandage around my head.

"Since when do you swear?" Brock chuckles after he shoos off Jonathan. "Since the world went to hell" I snort, leaning back against the wall. "Where am I?" I ask, nodding my thanks to Brock as he hands me some pain medication. Brock shrugs and looks around as I do too, this place looks awesome. It looks.. safe.

"A group of people tried to raid me a month ago. Jonathan came in and saved me and brought me here, it's a safe house. Everyone has a job, I'm obviously the nurse. We have guards and nurses and runners and hackers. We have safe places for kids and plenty of food and water, and medication" Brock explains in a whirlwind, and he chuckles at my awed out face.

"Wh-What about Ty? A-and Craig?" I gulp, looking at my lap. "Oh, those two?" Brock chuckles, patting my shoulder. "Here, I'll go get them" Brock says, getting up. I rub my eye and see him push open the door, what building is this? Craig runs in and jumps on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. "Evan!" He squeals.

"Jesus Craig! He's got a concussion, let him be" Tyler laughs, walking over and patting me on the back. "Oh my god" I grin, squeezing Craig. "I'm so glad you guys are okay" I smile as Craig crawls off the bed. "Well, we met Jonathan because he was trying to break into our apartment. He and his brother were visiting from Carolina when the virus broke out" Tyler chuckles. Ah, so that's where the hot accent comes from.

"Yo, Brock. We don't have any rooms for Ev here and we can't keep him in here or he'll get sick" Explains some new guy with the same accent as Jon. He's not as tall as Jon but has the same muscles and redish hair and a beard. "Ev, you don't mind with rooming with someone?" Brock asks, and I shake my head. "Couldn't I just room with you?" I ask, which makes Brock blush and look away.

Tyler snickers and Craig bursts into giggles. "Nope!" They say in sync. "Just, I'll tell you later" Brock grumbles, shaking his head. "Well, I'm the only one in my room" Luke shrugs and I feel myself turn red. "Aah, ask Jon, man" Brock says, which gets a shrug out of Luke and he walks away. "Don't mind him, he hits on everyone" Brock rolls his eyes and Craig huffs.

"Including me" Craig grumbles, leaning on Tyler. "The guy is aggressively bisexual" Tyler complains, wrapping his arms around Craig. "Thanks?" I squeak, making all of them snicker. Jon walks back in with blood on his cheek and a gun over his shoulder. "Luke says we have a bedding problem?" He asks, smirking at me again.

"Clean off, War Lord" Brock scoffs, throwing a wet rag at Jon only for it to slap him in the face. Jon laughs and wipes off his face with a roll of his eyes. "Listen, I have a post to get to. Good to know you're alive, man" Tyler chuckles, walking off with Craig behind him. Brock chuckles a bit and Jon waves goodnight to them before turning back to me.

"Listen, Ev, we're in a hospital right now. Floor has about twenty rooms, but we have this floor for people who are actually sick. We don't want you to actually catch nothin' but every other floor is full. You can't room with any of your friends, those two love birds are obviously together and Brock here got himself a boyfriend" Jon smirks as Brock gasps and blushes.

"So, if you want, you can sleep in my room. I can set up a cot or somethin, okay?" Jon offers, so I nod. "Are you sure?" I squeak, and Jon chuckles. "Positive. Get Brock to help you move your things, he knows where my room is. See ya there" Jon winks before sauntering off. "Goddamn" Brock snickers as I turn red.