Wee, another chapter! So I'm gonna say, the reviews that I got are awesome. I love reading them too much, they make me feel all warm and happy and fuzzy inside. So, thank you for that XD One thing I will mention, after a couple more chapters, it may take me longer to update because I'll be writing them instead of merely proof reading them. But don't worry, it won't take long at all. Anyways, I'll stop talking now so you can read, and yeah. ENJOY!

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After about a half an hour, Blaine had filled his bags with things he needed: food, water, clothes, his gun, and a few smaller items that he thought would be handy to bring. He would have brought more memorabilia, but Kurt had taken it all. Even their pictures off the walls were gone. It gave Blaine some peace of mind to know that Kurt had taken these things. It was so in-character for him to grab the pictures rather than Blaine's gun, or even the butcher knife in the kitchen. So Kurt.

Once he leaves the house, Blaine blows it a kiss, knowing that this may be the last time he ever sees it.

His next stop is the city; maybe everyone was hiding out away from the residential neighborhoods. Maybe things were normal in the city. Maybe Kurt is there waiting for him.

The only problem is that the city was quite a ways away… It would take Blaine hours to get there on foot, and he's already exhausted as it is. He doesn't have a car; Kurt seems to have taken theirs. He guesses that the best way to get there is to start walking straight away. Follow the highway and don't stop for anything.

Sighing, Blaine starts walking in the direction of the city. He's not happy about the fact that he's going to be walking for hours, but if it brings him closer to finding Kurt, it'll be worth it.

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Three long hours pass, and Blaine is only just nearing the city. He sighs in relief when he spots it in the distance. Just a little longer…

It only just occurs to Blaine that he has no idea what's even in the city. What if it was dangerous? What if there are more things in the city? He had already seen a couple of the walking corpses on the way here, but he had taken care of them. One at a time was easy, but he doesn't know how well he'd hold up with more than one. He only prays he won't have to find out.

Twenty minutes later, Blaine finally enters the city cautiously, darting his eyes around. So far, there are no signs of life anywhere. It's completely void of life, it seems. No animals or humans… he doesn't see any dead walkers, either. He takes a shaky, nervous breath at this. Maybe he really is alone. Maybe everyone is in a 'safe zone' far away from here… maybe he'll never find them.

Blaine knows he can't stop looking now; he has to go further into the city. It's huge, there's bound to be at least one person. There has to be.

Walking onwards, Blaine spots a couple large tanks on the street. He walks closer to them, furrowing his brows. Shit must have gone down here. He walks further, investigating the whole scene. There are more army vehicles, barricades, knocked over trash cans, and debris scattered around the streets. It looks like a mess. Suddenly, he hears a very familiar noise. A noise he hasn't heard since before he woke up. Is that… is that a helicopter?

Turning to look towards the sound, Blaine spots it. It is a helicopter! A real-life helicopter! With people in it! He can't help but run towards the sound, desperate to follow the helicopter. He uselessly screams towards it, waving his arms in the air. "Hey! Helicopter! Down here, help me!" Blaine screams, knowing it's no use. He keeps running, though, not knowing what the point is but hoping that maybe, somehow, he'll catch up to it.

Blaine starts to panic as he the helicopter disappears from sight. He runs faster, quickly turning a corner on the street to find it. What he sees in front of him causes him to skid to a sudden halt, his eyes bugging out of his head in horror and his jaw dropping in surprise.

There, in front of him, is a hoard of the creatures. Hundreds of them. Many hundreds of them. And they all seem to have noticed him. He was just screaming at that helicopter, after all.

For a moment, Blaine is frozen in his spot. The moment is only for a fraction of a second, though, before he breaks into a full sprint, away from the hungry creatures. He runs as fast as his legs can carry him, turning his head around once to find them all chasing after him—at rapid speed. He can outrun them, he knows he can. Although there are hundreds of them, he runs faster than them all.

Passing the tank that he walked past earlier, he knows he has a ways to go before exiting the city limits. Just a couple more corners to cut. His breathing becomes rapid as he nears the corner, finally turning it and skidding to a halt yet again. The entire street is once again blocked off with these creatures! His yelling must have lured them all in! "Shit!" he hisses.

Turning on his heel, he runs away, only to be greeted by the ones he was previously running from. He turns around, yet again, to find himself completely cornered by the creatures. He's trapped! He's completely screwed. The best thing he can do is fight them.

He reaches into his bag, pulling out the gun he thankfully equipped. Cocking the gun, he quickly shoots the closest creature to him in its head before moving on to the next one. Realizing that it'll be only seconds before he's reached by the rest of the hungry creatures, he frantically runs for the closest object to him, which happened to be the tank. Dropping on his hands and knees, he crawls under the tank, pulling himself along the floor as fast as he can. To his horror, it's only seconds until the creatures begin crawling after him. He extends his gun, shooting one in the face, effectively killing it. He shoots two more before drawing the gun back. He's going to die under here, he knows it. He'll never live through this, he's completely surrounded. He's under a tank, surrounded by hungry creatures, all with the intent on killing and eating him. He doesn't want to be killed by one of these creatures. He won't let it happen.

Blaine pulls the gun up to his chest, looking it over. He has to do this quickly; the creatures have almost reached him. He gulps, thinking about his poor husband. He never found him. He never had that reunion that he so desperately wanted. He'll never get to see Kurt's beautiful face again. He'll never get to say goodbye to him. It has to end like this.

Gulping, Blaine pulls the gun's barrel up to his head, tilting his face up and closing his eyes, his finger ready and on the trigger. "I'm sorry, Kurt," he utters, slowly flexing his finger. By some grace of whatever god there is, he opens his eyes for what he believed to be the last time—until he saw what was in front of them. He immediately freezes his finger.

A hole. A large, open, gaping doorway at the bottom of the tank, right in front of his face. Blaine's eyes widen at the sight, and without hesitation, he grabs at the edge of the hole, pulling himself up with as much speed as he could muster up. Once inside the tank, he slams the door shut in one of the creature's face, just as it attempts to climb in with him. He's safe at last. He backs himself away from the hole, leaning his back up against the wall behind him and hugging his knees.

He sits there for a few minutes, regaining his composure. That was close. That was so close.

When Blaine's breath is slowed down to an extent, he looks up, taking in his surroundings. He winces as he notices a man in the tank with him. A dead man propped up against the wall beside him. He gulps, turning his head away in disgust. Can he ever get away from this? How many more dead bodies is he going to have to endure?

His inner questioning is cut short when the corpse's head begins to turn towards him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. As it starts to emit a low growling noise, Blaine gasps, pulling out his gun at rapid speed. He pulls the trigger right after pushing the end of the gun right up to the man's forehead, killing him—or it. He winces at the loud noise, hissing in pain as he feels his ears ring.

Blaine lies there, propped up against the wall, staring at the wall opposite to him. What the hell was he going to do? He had hundreds of creatures surrounding him, trying to get to him at this very moment. Hungry, evil creatures that wanted nothing more than to taste his own flesh. He knows he can't stay in here forever, but there's absolutely no way he'll be leaving this tank anytime soon.

Closing his eyes, Blaine begins to drift to sleep. It seems to be the only thing he can do right now, and he can't help it much—he's exhausted.

Just before Blaine slips into unconsciousness, he hears a sharp hissing noise coming from somewhere inside the tank. Opening his eyes, he spots a radio in front of him. Is that what's making the noise?

As it starts hissing again, Blaine realizes that it is the object making the noise.

Something's coming through. His eyes widen as he listens to it, his jaw dropping as a deep, male voice begins talking through it.

"Hey. Dumbass. Hey, you in the tank. Cozy in there?"

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OoOoOo… cliffhanger… Unless, of course, you've seen the show. The next chapter will not be following Blaine. We'll be following... someone else.

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