As always,

Gleeville: I'm so glad! I hope you continue liking it :) Thank you so much!

THEMoDePo: Really? I was so worried I wouldn't know how to write an action story! Thank you so much for giving me more confidence! Thank you so much!

StyxxandBethany: Don't worry, I don't think it's going to be that scary, right? I'm more centered in the action part that in the terror part, so you can feel safe about it ;) Glad you like the cliffhangers, 'cause you're about to get a lot of them! And thanks for giving it a chance even if you don't like zombies! Thank you so much!

Angellovercriss: Ooops, if you prefer a friendship I think you're going to be a bit disappointed, because well, this is me :) It's going to be romantic sooner or later (more sooner than later). But I think you can still enjoy it, the action will go on just the same! I'm so glad you liked that scene about killing a zombie, I was a bit doubtful about including it, so I'm really happy you appreciated it! I tried describing the walkers a bit more, but they're so disgusting I don't think I amde a good job ;) Thank you so much, dear! Keep anjoying it that much!

Darrinia: Oh, they realize they're more than friends, don't worry ;) Hahaha, I laughed a lot about your Kurt/zombie idea. Kurt was not going to appear in this story (he's in New York, after all), so I don't think that will happen but... you never know! :) Thank you so much!

Me-Me157:Wow, thanks! I think Sam will get a taste of reality very soon and stop hesitating about the walkers. After all, he just woke up and found himself in the middle of the apocalypse, he just hasn't had the time to adjust yet. I'm sad you don't like cliffhangers because... lots of them coming ;) Thank you so much, dear!

A/N: OMG, the reception I'm getting with this story is so amazing that now I'm worrying I won't be able to mantain the interest all though it! I'm so afraid of disappointing you! I hope you can continue enjoying it as much as you've done until now!

CHAPTER 3

Sam brought his hand to a focus of pain he could feel on his forehead, and was surprised to feel it sticky with blood. Fortunately he didn't seem to be bleeding a lot, so he guessed it wasn't as bad as it felt.

He realized he was lying on what was the roof of the car, which was overturned. Apart from the head, he couldn't feel any more deep pains, only some probable bruises, so he knew he has escaped relatively unscathed from the accident. But what about his friend? He still hadn't heard a word from him, and his heart went to his throat when he realized he was not at his side.

"Blaine?" he asked to the void, as he was appalled to receive silence as an answer.

Making a big effort, Sam was able to sit up so he could have a better view of everything around him. He didn't know if he wanted to cry with relief or despair as he finally was able to see Blaine lying on his back outside the car, with only one foot inside through a window –he couldn't see the other feet from his place–. He was there, alright; but he was not answering, and they were near enough so he would have heard him calling for him.

"Blaine?" Sam called him again, louder that time, praying to himself that Blaine would answer this time.

Sam pricked up his ears, desperate for any sound coming from his friend, but he heard something else instead: a hissing, a terrible bubbly noise he very well knew what meant.

Forgetting about any pains in an instant, Sam got on his knees and quickly crawled as best as he could through the car to Blaine's side. If a walker had gotten to him and he was unconscious… Sam didn't even want to think about it and only stopped for less than a second to get his knife from his pocket and held it between his teeth as he continued creeping towards his goal.

As he got out of the car through the same window Blaine has apparently flown off, he was slightly relieved to see that Blaine was not unconscious by any means, but fighting for his life with a walker that was desperately trying to bite him. Apparently, Blaine had lost his weapons with the fall and all he had to defend himself was his own strength. But as he held the walker at arm's legs on top of him, Sam could see he was starting to wear himself out so there was no time for doubts if he wanted to save his life.

With the determination that only immediate danger could elicit, Sam grabbed one of the walker's filthy feet and strongly pulled of it to get it away from his friend. Of course the walker hadn't been expecting –and as Blaine had said the day before, there were pretty stupid– so it didn't offer any resistance and in a matter of seconds it was not on top of Blaine's anymore but lying on the cold hard ground in front of Sam. Then Sam straightened up on his knees, took the knife with his hands and let it fall with all his forces on the monster's skull, killing it immediately.

Panting with effort and trying hard not to retch at what he had just done, Sam looked away from that thing and crawled the rest of the way towards his friend, who had yet to say a thing.

"Blaine" Sam said in a terrified tone as he laid his hand on Blaine's chest, wanting to feel his breathing and taking comfort from it. "Blaine, tell me you are okay!"

"I'm okay, Sam" Blaine answered when he was able to find his voice –and Sam couldn't say he blamed him, after the terror he had just experienced–. "Thank you"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked as he put a hand under Blaine's torso and helped him sit up. "It didn't bite you?"

"No, you stopped it just in time" Blaine answered, gratefully, obviously very proud of his friend. "You were right, I should have truested you"

"And what about the accident? Did you get hurt?" Sam asked as he worriedly had a long look along Blaine's body, looking for injuries he was hoping not to find.

"I don't think so" Blaine answered, even though he hadn't really had time to check. "What about you? You're bleeding, Sam!" Blaine exclaimed when Sam turned his head around a bit and he was able to see the gash and the blood on the corner of his forehead.

"It's nothing, I'm okay too" Sam answered, though he still winced as he touched the small wound he had completely forgotten about until that moment.

"I'll still take care of it as soon as I can" Blaine assured him, gratefully squeezing Sam's forearm while hoping Sam wouldn't notice how much he was still shaking.

"Oh my God, I was so scared when you didn't answer…" Sam confessed, apparently having noticed Blaine's shaking after all and wanting him to know he was not the only one trembling with fear.

"Me too. Even when I was trying to fight that walker, I could only think please, let him be okay" Blaine confessed in a soft voice, a little more emotionally than he had intended, until both of them ended up blushing.

"Let's get moving. We can't stay here" Sam suggested as he stood up, trying to break the moment before any of them broke down. "Give me your hand"

"Sam, I can't move" Blaine answered after a second, his face going white at drastic speed.

"What do you mean you can't move?" Sam asked, a sudden fear filling his heart again. "Did you hurt your back?"

"No, it's my foot. It's trapped under the car" Blaine explained, and Sam could see that with all the commotion, Blaine was just realizing about that.

"You can't move it at all?" Sam asked, trying to sound calm even when the only thing he wanted was to scream at the chance that they wouldn't be able to move at all.

"No" Blaine answered, and Sam's heart broke at his guilty expression.

"Let me see" Sam suggested, giving Blaine a little reassuring smile before walking to where his foot was trapped and gently grabbing his calf to try and move it. "Shit, it's really stuck under there" Sam explained when he noticed Blaine's leg hadn't moved an inch under the heavy weight of the car. "Does it hurt?"

"I don't know, it feels really numb" Blaine answered as he fought hard to hold back the tears, not wanting for Sam to see how much the situation scared him –what if they couldn't get him from under the car? What if more walkers found them? What was going to happen when the sun went down and the freezing winter cold would get accentuated in the dark?

"Maybe if I try to pull you out…" Sam suggested, wishing with all his heart he could magically get Blaine from under that damned car and start compensating him for everything he had done for him.

Not waiting for an answer, he walked behind Blaine's back and grabbed him under the armpits so he could pull of him. At first Blaine only winced, and Sam pretended not to notice as he pulled a bit more strongly. But when Blaine couldn't keep it together any longer and screamed with pain in spite of himself, Sam knew no good was going to come out of it and stopped before letting himself fall on his knees in frustration.

"It's not working, Sam" Blaine's shaky voice broke the uncomfortable silence, and Sam could hear the tears in his voice even if was not crying, so he rested his forehead on the back of Blaine's neck in an attempt of comfort.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized to his friend for hurting him. "And I didn't even move you, fuck"

"It's my fault, Sam, I'm sorry" Blaine lamented. "Try again, I will not scream this time"

"No, B" Sam immediately contradicted him, squeezing his shoulder to show him he didn't blame him at all. "That would only hurt you even further and no good would come out of it. I could dig you out of there if we had a damn shovel, but we don't"

"What are we going to do?" Blaine asked, and Sam was glad he couldn't see his friend's face as only his shaky voice had been enough to break his heart. It was the first time Sam saw him having no answers since the whole debacle started, and that thought alone scared him more than any walker could.

"Maybe I can try moving the car" Sam suggested as he once again turned into action. He was not going to let Blaine down. It was his turn to offer some hope.

"Sam, you're never going to be able to move it" Blaine answered with a frustrated shake of his head, knowing it was useless.

"We won't know if I don't try" Sam said in an encouraging tone as he walked back to the car and crouched with his back next to it, carefully getting his fingers under the roof of the overturned car hoping he could lift it just enough for Blaine to get his feet from under it. "Ok, be ready to pull it out"

"I'm ready" Blaine said as he put his hands on the floor and readied himself to crawl away from the car if Sam managed to move the car, even though he didn't think it was going to happen.

Without any more warning, Sam used all of his strength to try and lift the car. His face had a strained expression and he was going red from the big effort he was making, Blaine observed while trying not to shed any tears because of the uselessness of it. Sam was strong, very strong, but he would never be able to move a car on his own.

The car hadn't even moved an inch and Sam looked at the verge of fainting, so big it was the effort he was making. There was no way it was going to work, Blaine knew that. And, deep down, he knew Sam was aware of it too.

"Sam, stop!" Blaine yelled after a few more seconds. "You're going to hurt yourself!"

Blaine could easily see Sam's heart breaking through his eyes as he finally acknowledged he was not going to be able to help that way. With a cry of frustration, Sam stopped his efforts and stood up, awkwardly standing while trying to decide what to do.

"Damn it!" Sam shouted after half a minute, kicking the car with all his forces before resting his back against it again and letting his body slid until he was sitting on the floor, facing his friend.

"It's okay, Sam. You tried" Blaine tried to comfort him when Sam raised his knees in front of him and hid his face behind them.

"Don't" Sam warned him in an unpleasant tone, obviously not ready yet to be absolved.

"Listen to me, Sam" Blaine continued, ignoring Sam's warning. He knew there was no hope for him, but he needed to get Sam out of there because any more walkers appeared. "You need to…"

"If you dare to suggest that I go and leave you here, so help me, Blaine" Sam answered, lifting his face to look intently at his friend, and there was so much anger in his voice that Blaine felt almost scared for a second.

Silence fell upon them for a couple of minutes as they tried to come to terms with what was happening. Blaine was afraid to talk in case he got Sam even angrier, and Sam was trying to calm himself down so as not to pay his frustrations on the other boy and make him feel as if it was his fault.

Still not uttering a word, Sam got up, ignoring the curious glances Blaine was sending his way, and moved to where the walker he had killed just a few minutes ago was still lying. For the first time, he took some time to have a good look at one of those creatures and what he saw made him want to burst into tears. Now that it was not moving, it looked indeed like a corpse. Full of blood, mutilated and with a very specific yellow tone on its flesh, but a corpse nonetheless. Already in an advanced state of decomposition, as if it had been resting in peace for some time. While unmoving and not trying to bite Blaine's head off, it didn't look that threatening, and that made Sam wonder who that old man had been. How he had died. If he had suffered.

But he didn't have the time for that. They couldn't let themselves be pulled into a spiral of despair and pity for those monsters who only wanted to eat them alive. He suddenly felt the same disgust and hate he had felt for the walker when he was attacking Blaine and, in one swift movement, he grabbed its foot again and dragged him some feet away from where Blaine was half lying on the floor and out of his sight.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, tentatively, when Sam came back to him.

"I don't want you lying next to that thing" Sam explained, much more kindly than five minutes ago, sorry to see how Blaine was afraid of saying the wrong thing and sending him into a rage again. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, B"

"It's okay" Blaine unsurprisingly forgave him immediately, even managing a little smile for his friend. "I get it"

"You're shivering" Sam observed after a while with a worried frown.

"The ground is really cold" Blaine explained as he tried to keep his teeth from chattering so Sam wouldn't know how amazingly cold he was feeling. "What are we going to do?"

"I guess we can only wait for someone to come this way and help us" Sam suggested, looking up to the road from which they had fallen.

"And what if…?" Blaine tried to ask, but Sam wasn't willing to throw in the towel.

"Someone will" Sam promised, trying to sound more confident than he was really feeling for Blaine's sake.

"Alright" Blaine reluctantly agreed, if only for Sam's benefit because he didn't think they stood most of a chance.

"Maybe we should try starting a fire?" Sam suggested as he worriedly noticed Blaine's shivering increasing by the second.

"No, it will only attract more walkers" Blaine immediately refused, his survival instinct kicking in again. "You know they haven't come yet because they can't detect us from the road, right? The fire will only tell them we're here"

"You're right" Sam was forced to admit, even if it pained him to see Blaine in such distress. "But you're so cold…"

"I'll survive" Blaine reassured him with a grateful smile. "It's not like I haven't been cold before, you know"

"Yeah, I know" Sam answered, allowing himself to chuckle as he reminisced about their life before the apocalypse. "I've slept at yours a thousand times, remember? I very well know who is the biggest blanket stealer ever"

"I don't do that!" Blaine protested, mockingly indignant.

"Oh, please! You always leave me with nothing"

"That is so not true!"

The noise of a branch splitting behind them made them fall into immediate silence, their hearts in their throats at the imminent danger. Fortunately, though, only a little squirrel appeared from behind a tree and passed them by in its search for some food.

"We need to keep it quiet" Sam reminded Blaine after letting a big relieved sigh out. "We can't be careful enough"

"You're right" Blaine answered, willing his heart to regain its normal pace. "We should take care of that wound on your forehead, by the way"

"I told you it's nothing" Sam tried to dismiss Blaine's worries.

"It will be once I take care of it. I left a first-aid kit in the trunk, could you get it for me, please?"

"Alright" Sam finally relented as he went to comply with his friend's wishes. He knew his injury was nothing to worry about –he had completely forgotten about it, after all–, but he also knew it would make Blaine feel better to take care of it, as if he still needed to make sure at all times that Sam was alright. This time, though, Sam could not do anything to make him feel better, because as soon as he tried to open the trunk of the overturned car, he realized it was no longer possible. "I can't open it. It's stuck"

Blaine sighed deeply at that, as if he couldn't believe the bout of bad luck they were experiencing. They had lots of food, medicines and he even remembered to have seen a blanket before they got in the car. But all of that was in the trunk. And they couldn't open it.

"Get me that water bottle lying there and come here, please" Blaine asked his friend, who immediately complied again.

Sam sat right at his side, facing him, and was only mildly surprised when Blaine tore a long strip from his undershirt and profusely wetted it with the bottle Sam had handed him.

"That was a nice T-shirt you just ruined" Sam joked, glad to elicit a little chuckle from his friend before he took his hand to the offending wound on his forehead.

"What I wouldn't do for you, right?" Blaine joked back, though both of them knew there was a lot of truth in his words.

"Thank you" Sam warmly said as Blaine very carefully cleaned the wound, trying for it not to start bleeding again, and then he tenderly erased the traces of blood along Sam's face with the improvised cloth.

"Are we going to be okay, Sam?" Blaine asked with the smallest voice Sam had ever heard on him, letting himself fall into a deflated state for the first time since everything started and needing some reassurance that they were going to make it instead of giving it.

"Of course, Blaine" Sam confidently answered as he hurried to put his arms around his short friend and held onto him with all his forces, knowing this time it was up to him to make sure Blaine would be alright. And he had no intention of failing, he promised himself as he felt Blaine rest his face on his shoulder, trustingly. "We'll get out of this"

Just an hour later Blaine couldn't stop the chattering of his teeth anymore. It was close to sundown and the ground was getting increasingly damp as the time passed. And if that wasn't enough, he could hear the horrible gurgling noise those walkers made up at the road increasing, which meant that there were more of them there than before. They probably could sense they were near somehow –maybe they could smell them–, so they were gathering there even if they couldn't find them.

He had been so distracted that he failed to notice that same noise coming from the forest behind him as a lonely walker found them. Fortunately, Sam had noticed it and placed himself between Blaine and the monster, acting as a shield for his immobile friend. Blaine winced at Sam was forced again to confront one of those creatures, but he didn't need to worry: without even making a sound, Sam stabbed its head in one swift movement, like Blaine had taught him to do, and was pulling him away before Blaine could even find his voice.

"It's just a matter of time until more of them find us" Blaine whispered at Sam's back as the blond pretended to clean his knife on a rock nearby so as not to have to look at him.

"I know" was the only thing he answered.

"Look, it's going to get dark very soon, and it's going to be even colder, you need to leave" Blaine suggested, not willing to back down this time even if Sam got angry again.

"No" Sam answered, still trying to remain calm as his best friend pleaded him to leave him behind, just like that.

"There is no point in both of us freezing to death here" Blaine begged, wishing he could shout at his stubborn friend to get some sense into that thick head of his. He could feel the first signs of hypothermia in him, and he didn't want Sam to go through that too.

"What are you talking about, Blaine?" Sam finally turned around to face him. "I'm not leaving you here!"

"Sam, please. You can go and get help" Blaine begged again, his voice shaking with fear that his friend wouldn't listen to him.

"Where?" Sam asked with a sarcastic laugh.

"I'm sure we've not searched well enough, maybe if you go back to Lima…" Blaine tried to convince him, knowing he wasn't making any sense, but he just wanted to get Sam out of there.

"I'm not falling for that and I'm not leaving you here all alone, you hear me?" Sam answered and for once Blaine cursed the fact that his friend could see through him so easily.

"It's the only chance we've got"

"I said no, Blaine, don't insist"

"Damn you, Sam, just go!" Blaine almost shouted, stopping himself before it was too late, his eyes getting glassy with tears of frustration. "I didn't keep you alive for this, you know?"

"Yet you did. You kept me alive" Sam reminded him, kneeling in front of him so they could be at eye level for a moment. "You stayed with me for two weeks and now you expect me to just leave you here at the drop of a hat"

"Sam, please…"

"It's not going to happen"

"If something happens to you I'll never forgive myself"

"How do you think I would feel leaving you here like that, when you can't even move to defend yourself?" he said, not wanting to go any further about how Blaine would probably end up devoured by those horrible creatures without a chance of escaping. That considering that the cold wouldn't kill him first.

"I just want you safe" Blaine pleaded, furiously catching with his finger a tear he hadn't been able to contain.

"Exactly the same I want for you" Sam answered, softening his stance at the obvious suffering of his friend.

"I know, Sam, but…"

"So please, don't ask me to go again" Sam interrupted him as he stood up as a signal that the conversation was over. "I'm not leaving you here and that's final. We're in this together. To the end"

As Sam turned his back to him and busied himself with trying to gather everything they had in the car that was not in the trunk –the guns, fortunately, had been on the backseat, as well as a couple of water bottles–, Blaine buried his face in his hands at that and silently wept.

After two more hours, the darkness was already intense and the cold have swept through Sam's bones to the point he couldn't stop shivering, even as he kept walking around Blaine and the car every now and then to keep his body as warm and active as he could. Damn it, if he was that cold he couldn't even imagine how Blaine must be feeling, not being able to move and lying on the cold and damp ground.

Sam turned to look at his friend, who had remained mostly silent since his last attempt of convincing Sam to leave without him, and didn't like it one bit when he found him completely lying down on his back on the floor and with his eyes closed. He was not moving at all and, if it wasn't for the ferocious shivering, there would be no apparent signs of life in him. And Sam knew enough about hypothermia to know that Blaine had been over the first stages of it a long while ago and was dangerously close to a critical point.

"Don't fall asleep, B, come on. You need to hold on" Sam encouraged him as he sat at his side. "I didn't come back from the dead to see you won over by a car, right?"

"No" Blaine answered, as the chattering of his teeth made it difficult to say much more.

"You need to stay awake" Sam insisted when he noticed Blaine had yet to open his eyes.

"I'm… so tired, Sam" Blaine answered, his words interrupted by his own shaking.

"No, no, no, no, I'm not letting you give up, Blaine" Sam answered, fear gripping his heart as if a fist was squeezing it, as he raised Blaine's upper body from the floor and let it rest on his own chest so he could wrap his arms around him and offer him some extra warmth in the form of body contact. He was about to offer him some water from the bottle lying next to him when he noticed it was frozen, so he didn't say anything about it. "Come on, talk to me"

"What do.. you want me… to say?" Blaine stuttered, and Sam knew he was making the biggest effort to stay awake just for him, which only made him admire the smaller boy even more than he already did.

"I don't know, Blaine, anything" Sam answered while vigorously rubbing Blaine's arms to try and reactive his circulation. "Where do you think we should be going on vacation when all of this is over?"

"Vacation?" Blaine asked in surprise.

"Of course! You and I are taking some well deserved holidays when this is over!" Sam continued, trying to keep Blaine awake and getting him to think about nicer things at the same time. "We've earned it! Where do you want to go?"

"Somewhere warm" Blaine answered with a little mischievous smile, eliciting a heartfelt laugh from his friend at the unexpectedness of it.

"Of course, I'm totally with you" Sam agreed between laughs as he rested his face against the side of Blaine's own. "Only sun and palm trees and mojitos on the beach. How does that sound?"

"Amazing"

"We're going to have an amazing time, you'll see"

"Just… promise me… something" Blaine, unable to say a whole sentence without being interrupted by his shivering, turned serious all of a sudden.

"Whatever you want" Sam agreed immediately, even if his heart was beating like crazy with fear at what Blaine was about to say.

"That you… will go even… if I can't go with… you" Blaine said, looking intently at his friend.

"And why wouldn't you be able to go with me?" Sam asked, not wanting to believe what he knew Blaine meant.

"Just promise… me" Blaine insisted.

"Blaine, we're going to make it out of this one, alright?" Sam promised him instead, not being able to pretend he was not getting what Blaine was saying anymore. "I'm not letting you give up. Please, B, I need you to fight"

"I'm trying" Blaine answered with a strained expression, horrified that Sam could think he was letting go without a fight.

"I know" Sam immediately reassured him as he squeezed him even more strongly to his chest. "You are the strongest person I know, B. Look at what you did for me"

"I didn't… do anything anybody… else wouldn't have done" Blaine replied, as he didn't think he deserved any appraisal for doing what needed to be done.

"The hell you didn't, Blaine" Sam insisted, shaking him to get some sense into him. "You were amazing. You were so brave and selfless and strong and you kept me alive. I'm never going to be able to compensate you for that"

"Sam, I… didn't stay for… you"

Sam's eyes started filling with tears as he noticed the last of his forces starting to abandon his friend. His eyes looked vacant and he was starting to sound as if he was not really aware of his surroundings anymore. His lips were starting to turn blue, and Sam could swear his shivering was starting to diminish –which he knew was not a good sign at all–. And on top of that, he was not even making sense anymore. What the hell did he mean that he had not stayed at that hospital for Sam?

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, both because he knew he needed to keep Blaine talking and because he needed an answer.

"I wasn't that… selfless. I stayed for me, because I couldn't… picture my life without you" Blaine answered, his voice slurred with sleep and softer at every word, making it difficult for Sam to understand what he was saying.

"Blaine…" Sam said, but the sob that escaped his own throat at his friend's suffering stopped him before he could say anything else.

"I'm not a good… person" Blaine continued, apparently lost in his own world. "I don't think… I would have stayed for… anybody else…"

"Blaine, you're a good person" Sam replied, once again resting his face to the side of Blaine's head to the point his tears wetted Blaine's curls. "Gosh, you're the best person I've ever known, and you saved my life"

"Because I didn't… want to lose you"

"B…"

"I love you, Sam" Blaine confessed, as if that was the only reason he had done what he had done. "Just remember… that"

"Blaine, hold on, please" Sam begged his friend while openly sobbing at what sounded like a farewell. "Don't you even think I'm letting you say goodbye to me" Sam continued and his heart stopped when Blaine didn't answer anymore and he realized his eyes were finally closed. "Open your eyes, B! Stay with me!"

But Blaine didn't open them anymore, even when Sam violently shook him and sobbed and pleaded for him to stay awake.

Sam didn't know how much time it had passed since he fell asleep when his head fell suddenly backwards and jerked him awake. Maybe just a few minutes? Maybe an hour?

His heart in his throat, he looked down at the boy in his arms to see how he was fairing. Blaine was not shivering anymore, and his whole skin had a bluish shade that Sam could clearly see even in the moonlight. His hand trembling with cold and fear, Sam brought a hand under Blaine's neck and tried to find his pulse. It was there alright, but too slow for Sam's taste. He knew Blaine was fading fast, and he wouldn't hold on much longer. There was no way he would make it until the sun rose again.

It was his fault, Sam realized as more tears came to his eyes. He should have listened to Blaine and tried to find some help. How the hell did he think Blaine was going to survive a whole night out in the freezing cold while lying on the ground? But what was the alternative? To leave him there and risk him being found by those dozens of walkers wandering so close to them? Even if he had left him the gun and the rifle, there was little he could do to defend himself without being able to move. And thinking coolly about it, if he had to die that night, it was better to die from hypothermia than being devoured alive by those monsters, right?

A heartbreaking sob broke on his chest at the thought of losing Blaine, whatever the way. He could completely understand now why Blaine hadn't left him while he was on a coma. Sam would do absolutely anything in his power to save him right now. But he could only content himself with holding him in his arms with all his forces and be with him when the time came. It was the least he could do for him, even if Blaine wasn't aware of anything anymore.

Sam thought about the last words Blaine had said before falling unconscious. He had told him that he loved him, Sam remembered. And it was not something new: they had been the closest of friends for a long time now, and they had never been afraid of demonstrations of affection. They had told each other I love you more than a couple of times, after all. But that had sounded… different, right? As if Blaine had been making a big confession. As if he needed for Sam to know just how deeply his feelings for him went. As if the crush he had on him and had confessed only a few weeks ago during the guilty pleasures week was much more profound than that.

Could it possibly mean…? What Blaine had said, about having saved Sam because he couldn't live without him… It was all too much, and Sam couldn't think about that now. Not when his best friend, probably the person he cared the most about in the whole world, was dying in his arms. Not when he couldn't do anything about it. Not when he had been doubting his own feelings for the curly-haired since he awoke from his coma and found him sleeping at his side. If Blaine was to die that night… it was better not to think about any of that.

He had been so abstracted in his own thoughts that he had failed to hear the sound of a lonely walker coming to them until it was practically upon them. Knowing it was too late for him to stand up and fight him, especially considering that Blaine was lying practically on top of him and that his own muscles were starting to feel really numb and slow, Sam knew the only thing he knew he could do: he grabbed the gun resting next to him and shot.

He was relieved when his aim didn't fail him and the walker fell at his feet with a bullet in its brain. But his relief was short lived when the shot attracted the rest of the walkers on the road above, as he had expected, and they started descending the drop between the road and where they were sitting.

"This is it, Blaine" he whispered to himself as he raised the gun in front of him towards the walkers with one hand and held onto Blaine more strongly with the other. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

Then he started shooting.

A/N: Hehehe, the best thing about action stories are all the cliffhangers! ;)