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The knife was taken away from his neck and he was shoved into a room. It looked like it would have been an office if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was small and dark due to the lack of electricity only a few candles lit the room casting shadows on the walls as he moved further into the room.
"Please I didn't want any trouble," Blaine said raising his hands. He didn't have anything to defend himself with.
He could see the man now; he was about as dirty as he was with a long shaggy beard. His clothes had random holes in place showing small bits of skin.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to know what you're doing wandering around?" he said standing in front of the door.
"I'm looking for something, anything really," he said leaning against the wall in defeat there was no way that he was going to able to fight his way out of there.
"You're looking for the resistance," the man said simple and he stood up straight.
"Yes, is there one?" he said taking a step forward.
The man gave a deep laugh. "Yes of course," the man said. "They're heading north, there's a rumour that they many different groups heading to the same place and they are going to form one big resistance so that they can try and fix the world. I say good luck because the worlds a mess and there's no helping it, the apocalypse is coming didn't you feel the way the world shakes? Didn't you watch as the tornados tore the world apart?"
"Well in all fairness I didn't see the tornado's I'd been hiding in my basement for the past three months," he said not meaning it to sound like a cheap joke.
"Yeah well weren't all so lucky," he snapped and Blaine moved back a step.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that," he said moving back to lean on the wall again.
"You know how dangerous it will be if you go looking for the resistance right?" the man said a small smirk on his face.
"Yes, I've already seen some people in Westerville, they didn't look to friendly," Blaine said staring to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt.
"My kids and wife went looking for the resistance, I have no idea if they are alive," the man said taking a picture out of his pocket and gesturing for him to come forward tears forming in his eyes.
He hesitated before slowly moving forward looking down at the crumpled photo; it looked like it had been handled a lot. He looked at the photo, four people stood with smiles on their faces. There were two kids a boy and a girl who must have been twins as they looked to be the same age. The girl sat in a beautiful woman's lap; she had long blond hair and sea blue eyes and knew that if he wasn't gay this would be the kind of woman that he would pine over. The girl on the other hand sat in the man's lap, he looked very much like the man standing next to him, other than the dirt that coated his face now was absent in the photo and the smile on his face couldn't have been more than gone.
"You wife and children are beautiful," Blaine commented moving away from him again.
"Yes they are; I want to ask you something," he said taking a step towards with him.
"You're going to go look for the resistance still right?" he said eagerly. He waited for an answer but Blaine just nodded. "Take this photo and if you find it, look for them and tell them that I'm still alive, that I'm so proud of them and love them more than anything and finally, that I'm sorry," he said holding out the photo.
Blaine didn't know what to say. "Are you sure you want me to take the photo?" he asked not moving to take the photo just in case the man changed his mind.
The man nodded moving towards his shoving the photo against his chest. "Take it," he said desperation in his voice.
Blaine took hold of the photo and the man backed away.
"I'll give you your back in exchange for this favour," he said walking out of the room waiting for him to follow.
"Thank you!" Blaine said walking towards the man following him back down the corridor.
The man handed him his bag back and he went to put the photo in his back but the man stopped him.
"No don't put in there, put it in your pocket I'm sure it won't be long before your bag is stolen again," the man said and Blaine nodded putting the photo into his back pocket.
"I wish you luck," he said as they walked back into the front of the store again.
Blaine walked over to the corner of the store picking up his wooden dagger, shoving it into the waist band of his jeans.
"I wish you luck too," Blaine replied taking one more look at the man before moving towards the broken window stepping out of it and walking down the road that he had been walking before the tremor began.
He had been lucky, he knew that and it had scared him. What if he had died in there? There were some points where he wished that he had just stayed in the damn basement.
He carried on walking knees bent, stealthily moving up the road. He stayed a step away from all of the shop windows now in the fear that prying arms will reach out trying to grab him.
He was about to walk past an ally way when he heard a noise, in fear he put his back against the wall around the corner from the ally. Taking a deep breath he peeked around the corner looking at the situation that was going on.
"Please don't," a boy cried. His voice beautifully angelic, the boy had been pushed up against the wall by an incredibly large man his muscle ripped arm crushing the boy's neck.
He didn't know what to do, but before he could think about it properly he was dropping his bag out of the way and was running down the alley way towards both men.
"Hey," he yelled.
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