As always,

Angellovercriss: OMG, I told you over tumblr and I will tell you again, thank you so much! You've been so wonderful with this! I think you're going to get a lot of them risking their lives for each other, don't worry. And yes, Blaine is taking so good care of Sam, right? But you can't seriously think he did it only for their friendship, right? ;) Thank you so much, dear! I hope you keep enjoying it just as much!

THEMoDePo: Hehehe, there are going to be tons of action, don't worry, and more characters on the following chapters. I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you very much!

Me-Me157: Of course, you don't need to worry because this is my own plot. As you say, only the universe is taken from the TW show, so you won't have any problems following it. I'm glad you like it! Thank you, dear!

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A/N: This came out sooner than expected! Thank you all for the wonderful reception, by the way! :)

CHAPTER 2

The first thing Sam noticed as he woke up next morning was the absence of Blaine's body in his arms. Several times he had awoken through the night, his dreams plagued with horrific visions of dead bodies and threatening walkers, and all those times Blaine had been securely wrapped in his arms, lightly breathing against his chest as he slept. Or just resting, because some of those times he had been awake too. Too much going on in his head, Sam presumed. But even then, none of them had felt the need to move from each other's arms –or more accurately, both of them had needed the contact desperately after the events of the previous days–. They only had each other now to rely on, and a little extra reassurance of how much they cared about each other was nice and necessary. And Sam wasn't embarrassed to admit he missed the weight of Blaine's head on his chest.

But that was Blaine he was talking about, he was hyperactive at best of times, so of course in a situation like that he was not going to stay in bed after dawn. Sam was sure he would have already found a thousand things they needed to do to be safe. And Sam couldn't feel more grateful for the person he had ended living the apocalypse with. That person he could see was whetting some knifes with the help of a stone on the table a few feet from him.

"Morning" Sam's rough voice resounded around the room, making Blaine jump with the unexpectedness of it.

"Shit!" Blaine exclaimed as the knife he had been holding slipped from his hand with the fright and traced a long red line under his thumb.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Sam immediately lamented as he jumped from the couch and walked to his friend –glad that at least he didn't feel as dizzy as the day before and could manage a few steps on his own.

"It's okay" Blaine, unsuprisingly, immediately forgave him with a smile.

"Let me" Sam asked him as he grabbed a cloth lying on the table and held it around his friend's hand, hoping to stop the small bleeding, as he sat in front of him. "It doesn't look too deep"

"It's nothing" Blaine reassured him, and Sam was glad he didn't look as upset as the day before –though Sam guessed that's what two weeks of solitude while fighting for their lives would do to you, right?

"I'm sorry I scared you" Sam honestly apologized, though he reciprocated Blaine's smile that suited him so much more than the frown of the day before.

"It's okay, I guess I'm a little jumpy" Blaine admitted with an embarrassed smile. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling great, to tell you the truth" Sam answered, as if he couldn't believe it himself.

"No more dizziness or stiffness in your muscles?"

"No, not at all. As good as new"

"I'm glad" Blaine answered with a warm smile to his friend that made Sam's heart flutter in an unusual way. He was probably just glad to see Blaine smiling again, right?

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, more as a way to start a conversation than anything else, as he could already see what he was doing.

"I'm getting ready. We can't have enough of those" Blaine explained as he thankfully extricated his hand from Sam's grip and, after checking the cut was not bleeding anymore, he continued with his task with the knives.

"Ready for what?" Sam asked in surprise. "We are not staying here?"

"We can't stay here" Blaine answered with a sad smile. "We don't have any supplies, and we need to be around people"

"You don't think we can make it on our own?" Sam asked, although he could see there was a lot of sense in Blaine's words.

"For how long?" Blaine replied, trying to open Sam's eyes to what their reality was now. "For all we know, this could be how life is from now on"

"Do you think it will never…" Sam insisted, desperately hoping Blaine would tell him not to worry, that everything would be alright. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

"I don't know anything, Sam" Blaine answered, his heart breaking just at the thought of burdening Sam with more worries, even if he knew he needed to be honest with him. "Except that we can't just wait for things to get better. We need to do whatever it takes to survive" Blaine continued, joining his hand with Sam's again, this time without any healing purposes. "Are you with me?"

"Yes, of course" Sam answered without hesitation, as he trusted Blaine 100%, which he demonstrated by giving his hand a supporting squeeze.

"Then we need to go out there and find people"

"And where are we going?"

"I thought maybe..." Blaine said, hesitating, avoiding Sam's glance as if he was ashamed of what he was going to say. "Maybe we could try to go to Westerville and..."

"And look for your parents?" Sam finished for him when he noticed Blaine wasn't going to.

"I know I'm being selfish, but… I need to know, Sam" Blaine pleaded for his friend to understand, the frown from the day before appearing uninvited and marrying his beautiful features once again.

"Alright" Sam immediately answered, his heart breaking at the mere thought that Blaine could think he didn't have the right to ask something like that.

"You don't think I'm being selfish?" Blaine asked, and there was so much hope in his eyes that Sam would say no, that the latter only felt like wrapping him in his arms and never let go of him again.

"Blaine, please, you can't be serious!" Sam gently reprimanded him, putting his other hand on top of Blaine's so he was holding it between both of his. "You haven't looked for them yet because you were taking care of me. Whatever you want to do from now on, I'll just agree"

"You don't have to do everything I want just because..." Blaine tried to protest, but Sam didn't want to hear it.

"Yes, I do, Blaine. I really do. I owe you my life and..." he contradicted him, looking pointedly at him so he would know he was totally serious even if he softened his tone at the end at the sudden vulnerability he could see in his best friend. "I would do anything to get rid of that permanent sadness in your eyes"

"I'm sorry" Blaine answered as he looked down, half ashamed for his weakness, half moved that Sam cared about him so much.

"Please, don't apologize" Sam replied, reaching with the tip of his fingers for Blaine's chin so he would lift his face again, the thought of Blaine feeling ashamed breaking his heart. "Please"

"It's just… it wasn't easy" Blaine tried to justify his behavior.

"I know. But it's alright now, as I told you last night you're not alone anymore" Sam answered, giving Blaine a sympathetic smile that he was glad to see reciprocated. "We're going to Westerville, we're going to find your parents and then we'll see what happens from then on, ok?"

"Ok" Blaine replied, his smile growing bigger with gratitude. "Thank you, Sammy"

"For what?"

"For letting me lean on you"

"You don't have to keep strong for the both of us" Sam reminded him, once again squeezing Blaine's hand. "I'm here for you too, you know"

"I know. And I've missed that" Blaine answered with a shaky smile.

"So how can I help?" Sam suddenly changed topics, because he could feel himself going emotional and it was the last thing they needed right then. "What do I do?"

"Well, you could go into the kitchen and pack all the supplies you think we could use" Blaine suggested as he continued with his task of whetting the knifes. "And see if you find a pantry somewhere, there's bound to be more imperishable products there"

"Wow, you're really good at this, you sound like MacGyver" Sam joked, even if the admiration he was feeling for his strong friend and his survival instinct was very real.

"Shut up" Blaine complained with a chuckle that to Sam sounded like celestial music.

Sam managed to find quite a lot of food with long expiration dates that he efficiently packed in bags, smiling at himself because he knew Blaine would be proud of his work. And speaking of the short guy, Sam heard him walking towards him and turned around to find him standing behind him with the biggest knife he had ever seen.

"Here" Blaine said as he handed Sam the knife, along with a couple more, much smaller, that Sam obediently tuck into his pocket. "You need to have this with you at all times. Always. You never know when you're going to need it"

"Ok" Sam easily agreed due to the seriousness in Blaine's tone.

"Always aim for the head" Blaine continued, and it was kind of difficult for Sam to hear Blaine like that, rough and direct, instead of the sweet, optimistic lively version of him he was so used to. "It's the only thing that really finishes them off. Nothing else works"

"Ok" Sam repeated, trying to concentrate on Blaine's words instead of wondering when his sweet adorable little friend Blaine had become such an action hero.

"One swift movement, like this" Blaine said, and made an unexpected and quick demonstration on a half overriped watermelon lying on the counter that made Sam pity anyone who dared look at him the wrong way. "You have to press strongly to penetrate its skull and reach the brain"

"Alright" Sam answered, hoping his gulping wasn't noticeable.

"I'm sorry if I'm being a bit brusque" Blaine immediately softened his stance, noticing Sam's discomfort at his unusual aggressiveness. "But it's important"

"Sure" Sam answered, even managing a little smile. He understood Blaine's fears and his need for Sam to be ready for everything. And hey, it was alright, it was not like Sam was scared of him or anything. Just… surprised. "I get it"

"Good" Blaine answered with a relieved smile, as he had obviously been worrying about what Sam was thinking of that new him. "I'm going upstairs to see if there is anything else we can use. Maybe you can do the same here?"

"Sure" Sam replied before reaching to rub Blaine's shoulder comfortingly, letting him know he approved of everything he said and did, and that he had Sam's whole support.

"I'm scaring you, am I not?" Blaine asked, nervously biting his bottom lip.

"No, Blaine, of course not" Sam immediately contradicted him, feeling bad that Blaine would feel like that after everything he had done to keep them safe. "It's the situation that scares me. You… you are being amazing"

"I wish" Blaine immediately refused the appraisal, not feeling that he deserved it –after all, he was only doing what was needed, right?. "I'll be right back"

Sam watched his friend leave the kitchen and his heart went to him. The situation was horrible enough for Sam, who had just woken up to see his world completely upside down in the worst possible scenario he could have ever imagined. But he had had his best friend as an anchor to reality through the whole debacle, keeping him safe and patiently explaining what they needed to do to survive. It was different for Blaine: he had had to survive for two whole weeks on his own while making sure nothing happened to Sam for two weeks, he had been deliberately left to fight alone by his selfish friends while suspecting his parents were dead. He had seen the apocalypse happening without having anyone to share his pain. And he still felt responsible for Sam, he still felt he needed to take care of him, Sam could feel that responsibility lying heavily on his shoulders. And Sam would do anything to get rid of that sadness in his eyes and replace it with one of his million-dollars smiles –that one that Sam could swear it was only for him and always made him feel so special.

"Sam! Sam, come outside, please! I need you here!" Blaine's voice coming from the garden at the front of the house took him out of his reverie a while later. What could possibly Blaine need of him and why the hell was he outside? Maybe he was in danger?

With his heart in his mouth, Sam grabbed the knife Blaine had given him strongly on his right hand and ran to the door. It was not locked anymore, as Blaine had obviously opened it to go outside. And even if he had no idea what could have brought Blaine to go outside without any warning, Sam ran, hoping it was not too late for his friend.

But it wasn't. Blaine was simply standing next to the fence, waiting for him in apparent calmness –though Sam could tell he was not that calm, as his feet kept nervously patting on the floor. But what shocked Sam the most was how Blaine was just standing next to a walker, even if the walker was on the other side of the fence, trying to get to Blaine to bite him even if it couldn't reach him.

"What are you doing?" Sam simply asked, resisting the urge to grab Blaine's arm to take him a hundred miles away from that horrible creature.

"I hope you don't think I'm crazy, but…" Blaine started, but he hesitated before continuing which worried Sam all the more.

"But what?" Sam encouraged him to continue.

"I thought you could practice… you know, with this one" Blaine stuttered as he pointed at the walker with his head.

"Now?" Sam asked, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"I can't risk you being out there without knowing what to do" Blaine explained, and Sam could easily read in his face how much it pained him to ask him something like that, even if he felt he had no choice. "I thought it would be good if you could… see how it goes in a controlled situation, you know? When it's only one and I'm here to help you if something goes wrong"

"I guess" Sam was forced to admit it made sense even if the only thing he wanted right then was to vomit with disgust. He knew Blaine was right, and he had seen enough since the day before to know he was going to need to fight for his survival from then on. But just the idea of doing it…

"You're going to feel awful after finishing of the first one" Blaine warned, carefully avoiding using the word killing so as not to make Sam feel even worse than he already was, judging by the sudden paleness of his skin. "But... just remember: they are not people anymore. We need to do it in order to stay alive"

"I understand" Sam tried to reassure his friend, though in the inside of his mind he was only screaming with fear and loathing.

"Are you ready?" Blaine gravely asked as his hand moved to the handle of the door in the fence.

"Not really" Sam answered even while nodding his head, and he took an even more ferocious grip on his knife. And when Blaine nodded back at him and opened the fence so the walker would get in the garden, his knuckles went white with the strength of his grip.

Sam stood petrified, rooted to the floor, as he tried to think about what the best strategy would be. Blaine had moved away from the fence so the walker would turn to Sam, and the latter had yet to decide how he should defend himself. Or attack, he shouldn't wait for the walker to be a real threat before making a move. He tried to remind himself what Blaine had just said: it was not a person, and his survival depended on making sure it didn't bite him. The walker wouldn't take pity on him, he would devour him and leave him like those corpses he had seen in the hospital. It was not about defending oneself: as Blaine had said, it was either kill or be killed.

Even if those walkers didn't seem so fast, this one got to Sam more quickly than he expected, taking him by surprise. Sam's heart speeded up as he realized he had hesitated too much and the monster was now upon him. He tried to lift his arm to be able to stab the walker with his knife, but it was too late and before he could let his arm fall again, the monster reached him and pushed him until he made him fall, making him lose the knife in the process.

Sam bodily landed on his back and the monster fell on top of him. His odor was nauseating, the noise it made would surely give him nightmares, but Sam didn't have the time to think about that as he grabbed its neck and tried to keep its mouth away from him. The walker, though, was persistent, and it fought with all its forces to escape from Sam's grip so he could bit on his shoulder. And as terrified as the thought made him, Sam could feel himself losing the battle.

Before he knew what had happened, a sickening noise of breaking bones filled the place and put a stop to the walker's struggling, who just ended up falling next to Sam in a puddle of rotten flesh. Panting with effort and adrenaline, Sam sat up to see Blaine standing in front of him with a terrified expression on his face and a bloodied knife on his hand that showed it had been him to finish the walker before he could really harm Sam.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked with a voice full of worry as he offered a hand to his friend to help him stand up.

"Yeah" Sam answered, his voice still shaky as he took the offered hand and let himself be pulled upright. "It didn't get me, don't worry"

"You can't hesitate" Blaine immediately reprimanded him, though Sam could see it was the fear of what had almost happened that was speaking for him. "If you hesitate you're dead"

"It won't happen again" Sam promised, trying to sound more confident than he really felt as he mentally willed his heart to lessen its pace a little.

"Maybe we should stay here" Blaine said in a lower tone, shaking his head, as if he was talking to himself. "You're not ready for this, maybe we can make it work here somehow"

"Blaine, I'm sorry" Sam said, grabbing Blaine's arms to get his attention and stop his wreck of negative thoughts. "I got scared, ok? But it won't happen again"

"We don't know that" Blaine contradicted him, though he let Sam's touch comfort him.

"You'll have to trust me" Sam begged his best friend. "I have trusted you so far, haven't I?"

"Yes" Blaine admitted. After all, Sam had put his own life on his hands ever he woke up and he had yet to complain.

"It's your turn now" Sam reminded him, though what he really wanted was to take the burden of feeling responsible for him out of Blaine's shoulders.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, looking pointedly at him. He would blindly trust him if Sam asked him to, just as he had always done, but he didn't want to force Sam into a situation he didn't feel ready for.

"Completely" Sam answered with a confident nod –just what he knew Blaine needed.

"Then let's go" Blaine finally relented with a sigh.

"Thanks, bro" Sam answered as he side-embraced his friend and patted his chest gratefully. "I won't let you down. I promise"

"I believe you" Blaine assured him, managing a trusting smile for his friend. "And now let's finish getting everything ready, ok?

"Ok" Sam answered as he led his friend, still under his arm, back towards the house.

"I bet you still haven't done what I asked you about packing anything we might need" Blaine dared to joke until Sam looked comically enraged at him.

"Well, I would have if someone hadn't interrupted me, you know!" Sam mockingly complained, and for once both let their guard down and lightly laughed together.

They spent a good hour after that going through every one of the cupboards, closets and drawers in the house searching for things that could come useful in their escape. They felt bad going that way through other people's stuff, but they knew they didn't have any choice. The priorities in the world had changed, as well as what could be considered good and bad, and they didn't even know if the owners of the house were alive.

"I found these" Blaine suddenly said as he appeared from upstairs awkwardly holding a gun and a rifle in his hands. "I think it's the first time in my life I feel grateful for the Second Amendment"

"These might turn useful indeed" Sam answered with a smile.

"I don't know how to use them, though" Blaine lamented with a sigh.

"I do. Here, let me" Sam replied as he took the rifle from Blaine's hand and intently looked all along it.

"You know how to use a gun?" Blaine asked in astonishment. Apparently his friend would never cease to amaze him.

"Yes, my grandfather was a gun lover and he taught me to shoot when I was little. I never really liked it, but I guess I should be grateful now, shouldn't I?" Sam explained as he rested the back of the rifle on his shoulder and looked through the scope. "Wanna test my aim?"

"No!" Blaine almost shouted, trying to stop him. "We shouldn't use those unless it's absolutely necessary. We don't have that much ammunition and the noise could attract more walkers"

"Do you always think of everything?" Sam asked, half joking, half in awe at his very smart friend as he let go of the rifle and left it on the table.

"You have to" Blaine answered without any trace of joking in his voice. "Otherwise you're dead"

Sam only nodded seriously at that, realizing once again how much Blaine had been forced to change in only a few days. He had always been strong and willful, but he also had that trademark sweetness and warmth that made Sam feel like the most special person in the world just because Blaine had chosen to be his best friend. But there was almost no trace of those qualities anymore. Now he was always serious and determined, he seemed to be always on alert and he hardly smiled anymore. And Sam knew all of that was needed to survive, but he missed his dorky laughter, their light and stupid superheroes conversations, his constant smile that seemed to light a whole room. And he promised himself he was going to bring them back somehow as soon as they were mildly safe.

Sam spent a few minutes teaching Blaine everything he knew about firearms, with Blaine avidly listening and nodding, making sure he would know what to do if he had to use one –which he was sure he would, sooner or later–. Sam marveled at how Blaine seemed to absorb all the information but after all he had always been a fast learner, and that lesson was much more important than anyone he had received before.

"And how are we going to travel, by the way?" Sam asked when both of them were sure there was nothing else to learn on the subject. "It's a pity that car you used yesterday as a distraction is so far away down the street"

"It wouldn't be of any use anyway, the battery must be flat by now after a whole day with the radio on" Blaine answered as he took something out of his pocket. "I found these keys next to the door, though. I bet they're from a nice beautiful car waiting for us in the garage"

"It's like it's impossible to catch you without an answer!" Sam praised him loudly, eliciting a blush and a little embarrassed smile from his friend that immediately warmed his own heart.

Hoping against hope that Blaine would be right and there would be a car waiting for them, they went to the garage and couldn't keep their mouths closed at the wonderful SUV they found there.

"Oh my God, look at this car!" Sam exclaimed, walking all around the car brushing the tip of his fingers all along its body. "It's amazing!"

"It's a nice car indeed" Blaine answered, smiling fondly at his friend even if he was not as excited about it as he was.

"Can I drive?" Sam asked, and it warmed Blaine's heart to see so much excitement in him to the point he prayed Sam wouldn't let himself change too much in spite of the situation, that he would never lose his essence. "Please, Blaine, I've never driven a car like that! Please, please, please!"

"Ok, you drive" Blaine answered with a chuckle as he tossed the keys through the air towards his friend's hand. "Let's pack everything in the car and we can get going"

"Can't we eat something first?" Sam asked as he followed his friend into the house again, nudging him playfully.

Sam breathed deeply a couple of times to encourage himself to turn the engine of the car on. They had already eaten a sandwich, packed everything up and gotten themselves in the car; and the moment of truth, to leave the false sense of security the house had provided for a whole day, had finally arrived.

He felt Blaine's hand cover the one he had on the gearshift comfortingly and turned to look at him, who was sitting on the copilot seat, knowing the kind gaze and the warm smile he was going to find on his face.

"We're gonna be alright" Blaine assured him with a nod of his head that Sam reciprocated before squeezing Blaine's hand himself and finally turning the key.

When they reached the gate, Blaine looked carefully around them and, knife in hand, he ran out of the car to open it and returned to the car in record time, pretending not to notice how Sam sighed in relief once he was safely back inside.

"Use the central locking" Blaine remembered the driver, who immediately obeyed and started driving away from the house.

They could see some of the walkers that had been wandering along the street starting following them through the rear-view mirrors, attracted by the noise and the movement, but they knew they were not really a thread, being as slow as they were. After all, they would be gone before those monsters could get near enough.

"We did it" Blaine said after a couple of minutes of silence, once they couldn't see any more walkers, releasing the breath he apparently had been holding.

"Of course!" Sam answered with an amused frown, as if offended at the doubt. "You planned it. There was no way we would fail"

"We did it, Sam" Blaine reinforced the subject of the sentence, as there was no way he was going to take credit for everything on his own.

"Yeah, we did" Sam confirmed with a grateful smile towards his friend.

"Isn't it cold?" Blaine said after a while, turning the heat on as he rubbed his own arms.

"It's very cold" Sam agreed because, even if he was not as sensible to the cold as Blaine was, he could still feel the winter cold seeping through his bones.

"It is" Blaine confirmed once again before slapping his own thigh in frustration. "And it will be much colder after dark. We should have grabbed some coats and blankets, damn it, how did I not think about that?"

"Hey, it's okay" Sam answered, reaching for the same thigh Blaine had just slapped to squeeze it reassuringly. "You shouldn't feel guilty. Both of us could have thought about that. It's not only your responsibility anymore, you know?"

"I know" Blaine admitted with an apologetic sigh. "I just need to remind myself every now and then"

"Well, do, because we're in this together, alright?" Sam reminded him, once again feeling awful about how much Blaine had had to go through for the last two weeks.

"Alright" Blaine agreed, letting his guard down for a second to give his best friend one of his trademark smiles –one of those ones he reserved only for him.

"We'll grab some thicker clothing when we arrive to…" Sam tried to reassure him, but he stopped himself before he finished the sentence. After all, they really had no idea of what they might find once in Westerville, or in what conditions. "When we get somewhere"

"Sure" Blaine answered, grateful at his always supporting friend and how much he always seemed to understand him.

"And now you don't seriously expect us to make the whole trip in silence, right?" Sam asked out of the blue, obviously aiming for a lighter mood and a bit of fun.

"The radio stations won't work anymore, Sam" Blaine reminded him.

"So? Search in the glove compartment, I'm sure there will be some CDs there"

Blaine hurried to comply, thankful for the chance of having a bit of fun in the middle of all the chaos –that was one of the benefits of sharing the apocalypse with Sam Evans, after all, right? –, and was rewarded with a compartment full of CDs that he immediately took in his hands.

"Let's see…" Blaine said in a mischievous tone that immediately warmed Sam's heart –and gosh, he had missed it!–. "There is Enya"

"Please, we don't need to fall asleep as we drive" Sam replied with a frown.

"Then there's… uh, Justin Bieber" Blaine continued, unable to stop a loud laugh at Sam's terrified expression.

"What kind of people were those?" Sam complained exaggeratedly, aiming for another one of those dorky laughs of Blaine, which he fortunately elicited.

"Oh, so your belieber's phase has passed?" Blaine turned to him, raising his eyebrows judgmentally.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked, pretending to be deeply offended. "I've never been a belieber!"

"Oh, my mistake, I suppose it was another guy singing Baby solo in front of the Glee club, then"

"How the hell do you know that?" Sam practically yelled, mockingly outraged, and it was becoming too difficult not to burst out laughing at Blaine's infectious laugh. "You were not even there!"

"Oh, please, you thought Tina wouldn't tell me about something like that?" Blaine asked with a chuckle, though the mood changed drastically after a second at the mention of their friend, one of the many people they didn't have a clue about their state, and they fell into silence again.

Not wanting for the old happy Blaine to disappear yet, Sam took the CD from his hand and carefully inserted it in the player.

For a couple of minutes they remained quiet, apparently absorbed in their own thoughts, but then Sam couldn't help it anymore and started singing along with the music when Baby started playing. He started softly, nudging Blaine every now and then to encourage him into singing too, to which Blaine responded with a refusing sad smile and a shake of his head. But when the chorus arrived and Sam started stupidly singing at the top of his lungs, nudging him continually, Blaine couldn't help it anymore and joined him, both of them making complete full of themselves and forgetting about everything else for a couple of minutes.

"Thank you, Sam" Blaine said after the song ended and he finished off laughing his ass out.

"Anything to hear you laugh like that, dude" Sam answered honestly, and he had to laugh again as he noticed Blaine blushing slightly.

Blaine was about to answer when they noticed, somewhere in the distance, something in the middle of the road.

"What's that?" Sam asked, squinting his eyes in the hopes of discovering what was coming in their way.

"It's a bunch of walkers" Blaine answered, his voice trembling with fear as he finally was able to make out what it was.

"Oh my God, Blaine" Sam exclaimed, obviously very frightened at the unexpected encounter. "What do we do?"

"Keep driving, Sam" Blaine answered, trying to keep calm for the both of them.

"But they're standing in our way!" Sam protested, his heart beating so fast that it felt about to burst now that their car was practically upon the walkers.

"Just… run over them" Blaine replied, the fear suddenly non-existent neither in his voice nor his eyes as he once again took control of the situation.

"What?"

"There is no other way! Keep driving!"

Sam wished he could close his eyes as they reached the group of monsters walking towards them and the car started knocking most of them down. He winced as the first body crashed against the windshield, and he felt like throwing up as all the windows starting getting covered with blood and pieces of rotten flesh.

"Keep driving, Sam" Blaine whispered next to him as he took his hand in his, wanting to reassure him he was trusting him with that task because he knew he could do it.

"There are too many of them" Sam said as he nervously accelerated, hoping to make that nightmare stop as soon as possible.

"We can do it" Blaine answered encouragingly even if he could see the windshield was starting to get too dirty for them to continue safely. "Just a bit more"

"Damn it!" Sam practically yelled in frustration, desperate to put an end to that situation, as he pushed the gas pedal to its limits and hit one of the walkers with so much force that it ended up on top of the hood and completely blocking Sam's view.

"Sam, be careful!" Blaine yelled as he saw an abandoned car in the middle of the road towards which they were headed at full speed.

Sam didn't have time to react, and they hit the other car with such a force that their own car flew off and overturned at the side of the road. After that, everything was silence.

A/N: Oh, the cliffhangers! How I had missed them! ;)