Three months.

It's been three months since this nightmare began. Three long, horrible months of running, waiting, grief, and fear have gone by.

A lone, brunette man sits at the edge of a lake; soaking one of his silk shirts in an attempt to clean it of the dirt it's acquired. There's nothing much to do in his camp. It's composed almost entirely of random scavengers that he's come across; all who've decided to stick together in an attempt to better their own chances of survival. The only person in the camp that he knew before this all happened was his female best friend.

They had been at each other's sides since the beginning, not wanting to have to go through this alone. They had, luckily, been together at his house the night they had to evacuate.

The man sighs, going over the memory in his head. It seemed like only yesterday…

~*~xo~*~

The man and woman sit on his couch, eyes glued to the television screen. They're watching the news, just as they've both been doing for the past couple of weeks. Both of them are terrified of what they're watching. Their hands that are being held by each other clench tight as the man on the screen begins to speak.

"As I speak, army officials are evacuating the city and the surrounding neighborhoods. Everyone must stay put in their homes until told to leave. Do attempt to talk back to any officials, or change their minds. They are permitted to shoot you on sight if they deem it appropriate. I repeat: Evacuation is taking place. Do not leave your homes until being told to… I wish you luck to everyone out there. This is Rod Remington, signing off for the last time." He pauses for a moment, looking down and seeming genuinely shaken up. He has dropped his 'brave man' façade, when he finally looks up at the camera that's pointing at him. "May God help us all."

The screen goes blank.

Both brunettes sitting on the couch with their hands clutched between them are frozen in fear, both letting the tears run down their faces. That's it. They lost. Everything they've been warned about on the news lately; everything they've been terrified of is finally happening. The disease is spreading rapidly, and it's lost control. This evacuation is the final indicator. This isn't just a precaution anymore; this is real.

After what seems like forever, the woman finally turns her head, her tear-stained cheeks facing the man next to her. "We're going to die, aren't we?" she asks him in monotone.

CRACK!

The two adults turn their heads toward the booming noise, which happened to come from the man's doorway. Their eyes widen in surprise as a large man in uniform burst through, pointing a handgun in the other man's face. "Get up," he orders sternly, "By official order; you two are required to leave your home at once. You have exactly 10 minutes to grab what you can. If you fail to be out by the time I come back, you both will be shot."

"W-where are we supposed to go?" the smaller brunette man bravely speaks up.

"You have to leave all residential areas at once. You aren't permitted to be anywhere near cities, hospitals, or neighborhoods. You also aren't permitted to travel with any person who isn't immediate family. What is your relation?" He gestures between the man and woman.

"He's m-my husband," she lies, hoping he can't see through it. To seem more convincing, she leans into her best friend, wrapping an arm around his slender waist.

The army official seems to buy this, nodding quickly before walking heavily to the door, calling over his shoulder, "Ten minutes!" The door slams shut behind him.

The man is quickly startled out of his daydream by a finger tapping on his shoulder. He gasps in fear, nearly falling over into the water. He turns around, facing the short brown-haired girl behind him and feeling majorly relieved.

"Dammit! You scared the hell out of me!" he scolds, gently pushing her. He smiles a bit, letting her know he's not really mad.

Laughing, she raises her hands in defense. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to check up on you," she says, sitting down on the rock next to him, "How are you holding up?"

The man sighs, looking down at his wedding ring. He hasn't taken it off in three months. "I'm doing okay. Well, as okay as I'll ever be. It's just… everything, you know? I mean, even recently. Half of our group left to find help—the strongest members at that—and they're trapped on a rooftop somewhere in the city. I mean, we're missing Puck, Mike, Santana, Sam, and Ryder. The strongest person who stayed behind is Finn, and there's no way he can protect us all if we're attacked by walkers. I'm a little worried, is all. Nothing too bad." He knows that she won't accept this answer. She knows her best friend far better than that.

She nods her head slowly, not looking in the slightest bit convinced. "What about you-know-who?" she asks after a few seconds of silence.

He knows exactly who she's talking about. There couldn't possibly be another person she was talking about.

"Uh, it hurts." He sighs, "A lot. It's just… I always have that small feeling of hope that maybe he's alive… but then I realize that it's practically impossible. The army absolutely butchered the hospital, there's no way." He feels a lone tear trickle down his cheek. His friend looks at him with nothing but sympathy. "Can we not talk about this, please?" he asks desperately.

"Of course, sweetie," she nods in understanding, "Just let me know when you want to talk about it." She knows how sensitive of a topic this is for him, so she won't pry.

The man nods his head, smiling at her softly. He's so grateful he still has her. Although he lost one of the most understanding people he knew, he still had her, and he didn't know what he'd do without her.

After a few heartbeats of silence, the woman speaks up. "Alright, enough clothes-washing. I'll help you with that later. Right now, we're going to go back to camp, mingle with the people who we do have, eat dinner, and relax. No exceptions." She gently tugs the shirt out of his hands, grabbing his other clothes and standing up.

He sighs, standing up as well without hesitation. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he squeezes lightly.

"Thanks, Rachel."

"Anything for you, Kurt."

~*~xo~*~

Now we gots a little insight as to what's going on in the life of Kurt! Blaine will be back next chapter, no worries. Tell me what you thought of this chapter pretty please, I had lots of fun writing it, and I want to know if you all liked it as much as I did! :)

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