Hotshot: I got this idea while reading other Rain/OC and, seeing how many that hasn't been updated for a year or two, I decided to put something out there for those people who want this type of fic. I hope you all will enjoy!

Summary: I'm Alex Travis or AT, and I'm autistic...as well as have the worst luck. Apparently, the mansion I stumbled across was an entrance to something that is now filled with undead workers. What more can go wrong?

Pairing: Rain/OC

Warning: Profanity, Violence, Femslash, Autistic Character, Possible self-harm(in form of head slapping/hitting)

The Hive

Chapter 1

Where the fuck am I?

That was the first thought I had when I stumbled out of the woods, breathing heavily. I ran my hand through my dyed, dark blue hair that reached my chin before taking in my surroundings. I was in some sort of a yard of a large mansion that had it's lights on. I slowly walked up to it while adjusting my pack, not knowing what to expect.

I managed to find an unlocked door and slipped inside, looking around. It really was a nice house, especially with how old it seemed to be. I rubbed my hands down my black, zipped up vest that was blocking most of my red shirt before doing the same to my black cargo pants. My combat boots sounded throughout the room I was in as I walked.

A sudden breaking of glass caught my attention and before I could do anything, someone in what looked like to be black ops gear with a gas mask came through a door, gun at the ready.

I quickly froze and held up my hands as they trained their gun on me.

"We have another." the person, a woman, stated, probably through their radio. She went quiet for a moment before grabbing my arm and taking me with her to somewhere.

We went into what looked like to be a dining hall, with some sort of door open and a tall man standing in front of it.

"Sir."

The man looked over and took me in. "Come on, questions later."

I was pushed through the doorway and onto a set of steps. Great, steps. My arch enemy.

I was walking behind a man who was handcuffed and a Hispanic woman who was taller than me by an inch or two- wait, everyone's taller than me. Damn it.

Thankfully, we got to the bottom of the stairs without me tripping down the stairs. I followed them through a room and to a...train? What's a train doing under a mansion?

I got on the train just as it powered on. I heard one shout stand clear before he pressed a bottom, causing the floor doors to close.

Once the train got moving, I was seated next to the handcuffed man and a blond woman that wore a red dress and a pair of black boots and both were watching the Hispanic woman trying to open a door. I started to slowly rub my hands against my thigh as the silence drew on.

"You got a problem?" she asked once she noticed the two watching her.

"How's that door?" questioned the tall man, who was probably the leader from the looks of it.

"Sealed shut."

"Let me." A man with dark hair and eyes walked over before starting to try and open the sealed door. He managed to get it open, only for a random guy to fall out, startling me.

"A dick in a closet!" I couldn't help but yelp. Shit, I hate it when I blurt out things when I'm startled. I could hear someone snickering and when I glanced, it was the Hispanic woman, Rain I think was on her name tag.

"Jumpy?" she teased her teammate.

Another woman, who was probably their medic, came over and started to check up on the random guy.

"Who are you anyway?" Questioned the cuffed man.

"Alex Travis, but you can call me AT." I introduced myself.

"I'm Matt."

"He's fine," the medic suddenly stated. "Just memory loss, just like the other one."

I looked over and saw the man slowly sitting up, rubbing the back of his head. I don't know why, but I don't like him one bit. Something just seemed...off about him.

I kept to myself for the rest of the trip, not saying anything. I could feel Matt and the blond woman glancing at me and my hands now and then.

"Hey," Matt whispered. "I know it's none of my business…"

"You're wondering if I'm autistic." I whispered back.

"Yeah, I had a cousin who was and he did that a lot."

"Yeah, I am." No sense in lying about it now.

"Stick by me then, alright?" His voice was gentle and soft and I couldn't help but trust him. So, I nodded.

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