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Title: Just Me and You (1/?)
Author: capricornmist
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Created up in my never-ending thought process
Summary: In this post-apocalyptic era, Adam and Tommy believe they are the only ones alive. They fight for their lives, their sanity, and their relationship. Surrounded by the undead, all they could hope for is another human-life, or maybe it all to end.
A/N: OMG SHE'S ALIVE! Haha yes, sadly, I'm still alive. I started writing this back in school (it's only been like three weeks but it seems like a century ago..) and have finally finished part one which is approximately 2,000 words. Hopefully the other ones will be longer. Don't expect constant updates since I'm kind of going through a rough patch right now. Comments, concerns, opinions, etc are all welcome. :D Thanks for reading.
July 25th, 2013
Well everyone is dead. Actually, everyone in the Los Angeles area has perished. Everyone, except me, Adam Lambert and TommyJoe Ratliff. I still have yet to figure out how we have survived this horrific turn of events. All I know is, I would not keep my sanity without Tommy showing me that we are alive. We do not leave each other’s sides for any reason. We stick together. Always.
~
It was the same routine every day. Wake up, eat, find, shower, eat again, and finally, sleep. But it was the only way to survive. Resources became non-existent at times. They moved frequently until they arrived in Las Vegas.
“Vegas, huh. What are the chances of civilization here?” Tommy shrugged as he maneuvered around empty cars littering the freeway. Hope and optimism seemed to have flitted away from Tommy as they passed other major cities in California. Nothing but the familiar sound of silence. Adam lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. They never did sleep well anymore. Nightmares would stalk them, and if they were lucky, peaceful dreams of Before.
“Why us?” Adam asked to no one in particular.
“Dunno, why the whole world? Why did they all have to fucking die like in some damn cheesy zombie apocalypse movie! God dammit!” Tommy slammed his fists hard on the steering wheel, causing the Suburban to wiggle.
“Baby, we have to keep our sanity to survive. We will survive dammit! I’ll make sure of it!” Tommy could see fear and doubt clouded in Adam’s once beautiful blue eyes. He had changed so much from the Before. The sweet yet sexual Adam was nothing but a distant memory; taken over by the frightened yet always optimistic Adam. Tommy? Tommy had fear, anxiety, pessimism, anger, but rarely showed it. He knew that being alive was a great blessing, even though it could’ve been his worst luck.
“I know.”
That’s all he said. His mouth was pushed into a straight line, his grip on the wheel tightened; he almost didn’t quite believe himself. Adam slowly placed a comforting hand upon his thigh.
“Tommy, I can’t lose you. I just…” He swallowed, “can’t.”
“Fuck Adam and you don’t think I feel the same way? You can’t imagine the immensity of sorrow I would feel. So god dammit don’t go anywhere!” A tear streamed silently down Tommy’s cheek. He stopped the car as he let his emotions after weeks finally spill over. Adam wasn’t sure what to do, so he settled with a comforting stroking of his hair.
“C’mon don’t lose all hope. There are others Tommy. I promise you. We should get moving though. We really don’t know what’s out there.” Adam scanned the area, watching intently for civilization or the un-creatures. Yes, sadly there are un-people that only want to eat you like a cannibal.
Tommy swiped away the last couple of tears and started up the car again. The noise of the engine roaring to life must’ve spooked one of the creatures. It came hurdling towards them at an uncanny speed.
“Shit!” Adam desperately tried to locate his handgun. The undead thing kept getting closer and closer.
“Adam, fuck, find that gun!!” Tommy roared. They jumped in their seats as the thing latched onto the passenger window. It’s eyes were a creepy white as everything that made up an eye was non-existent. Blood and venom oozed out of it’s mouth. If you were bitten, you were better off dead. Adam cursed as he shakily aimed the gun. One loud bang later and the thing (which was a woman) was lying on the ground motionless.
“Unnggg, I have to vomit.” Adam says as he covers his mouth with his hand. He steps over the dead thing and violently pukes up the little bit he had for breakfast. Tommy couldn’t help but stare. He couldn’t help but pity what Adam has to go through every fucking day. Hell, what they both have to go through. If it isn’t relocating and eating, it’s killing these filthy infected people. They don’t exactly know how they became infected, but they have seen many zombie apocalypse movies. Usually, it’s a result of a deadly virus transmitted through the air or by being bitten. And if you were lucky like Adam and Tommy (and Will Smith) then you were immune. That’s why Tommy so strongly believes no one else is out there. No one is ever that lucky.
Tommy jumps out of the car and goes to help Adam back into the car. His face was wretched. Tommy pried the gun out of Adam’s hand and set it in the glove box where it could easily be accessed. Tommy examined the nice hole in the passenger window and all the blood running down it. Gross. It’s only been a few weeks and he already doesn’t want to stay alive anymore. But Adam needed him, and that was just enough.
They exited off the 95 freeway onto Boulder Highway, watching as they passed more and more abandoned cars and actual dead people. They were both losing hope fast. Finally, they found some really nice houses in the All-American Homes neighborhood.
“Your pick.” Tommy says calmly, but his senses were hyperaware.
“Two-story. I feel safer from those…things if I was higher than them.” Adam trembled thinking of the woman he just killed a few moments ago. Tommy nodded and found a cozy two-story with pretty flowers blooming in the front yard. Yeah, it was homely compared to what they had in the Before.
“Ready?” Tommy asked as he pulled out his rifle and took the safety off. Adam nodded as he snatched his handgun from the glove box. Slowly they approached the door. Apprehensive, weary.
“You hear that?” Adam whispered. Tommy gave him a fearful look as he placed his hand on the knob.
“Cover me.” It was always that. They never did leave each other. Ever. Tommy thrust the door open, preparing for anything. It was quiet and motionless. They sneaked around, never wavering or letting their guard down. When the house was thoroughly searched inside and out, Tommy plopped on the dusty, but fairly new leather couch, completely exhausted. Adam placed his gun in the back of his jeans, still on alert.
“Strange.” Adam said in a hushed tone, toying with the different instruments to see if electricity is still working. It wasn’t. Defeated, Adam sits down next to Tommy with an audible sigh.
“Now what?” Adam asked, prying off his dirty boots.
“Survive.” Good answer Adam thought.
“Well, I’m definitely ready for a shower. Lets see if we have running water.” Adam moves to get up, but Tommy catches him by the elbow and pulls him back down.
“No, no stay. I need to know we are both still here.” Tommy’s breath started speeding up and he was twitching.
“Oh…oh baby.” Adam moves to pull Tommy into his side and stroke his hair, whispering words of comfort. They sat like this for several minutes, but soon reality had to sink back in as they heard rustling in the front yard.
They leaped up from the couch and grabbed their guns. Prepared. Ready. It’s always the same. Adam began to go investigate first, apprehensively pulling the door open and peeking out. And there it was. It was a male this time standing there, staring straight into Adam’s eyes and heart with this hunger and, strangely enough, curiosity. Adam’s eyes went wide and his heart beat pace quickened to an alarming rate. He slowly reached behind him to make sure Tommy was right behind him. He was. Knowing this, Adam shakily raised the gun and fired three shots, not sure exactly where they all hit. The thing slumped to the ground after a blood-curdling scream. Adam gasped in a huge breath of air as he fell to his knees, breaking down.
“I can’t fucking do this anymore.” He admitted through sobs. Tommy’s eyes grew sorrowful once more. Without saying anything, Tommy heaved Adam as best he could onto the couch and cuddled with him. They didn’t care that it was 110 degrees outside right now. Just being held and touched like this kept them grounded. Kept them going. Kept them alive. They couldn’t imagine what it would be like without each other.
~
Adam woke up curled around Tommy on the couch. Startled that they had both fallen asleep when more creatures could be out there, Adam detached himself from Tommy and fell on the floor, hard.
“Fuck.” He cursed to himself. Tommy shifted and peered down at Adam on the floor.
“Morning.” He whispered, blinking sleepily at him.
“I could really go for some tequila right now.” Adam said giggling. Tommy’s eyes widened. Adam? Giggling? Tommy was in shock. It’s been weeks since he’s heard such a noise.
“Well, we might just be that lucky. Lets go investigate.” So, they hastily walked to the kitchen, which was really spacious, to hunt for breakfast. No luck except for a box of Fruit Loops.
“What does this mean?” Tommy asks as he checks the expiration date on the cereal.
“It means we go raid a store. I’m pretty sure Vegas has a Wal-mart.” Adam shrugged as he grabbed a handful of Loops.
“We should go now before it gets hotter.” Tommy suggested.
“Shower and clean clothes first. This is the grossest I’ve felt ever.” Saying that made Adam think back to the Before. How a shower and deodorant were accessible at any time. How their lives were completely normal. He was an international rock star and Tommy was his play toy bass player. Of course, Adam doesn’t think of him that way at all now. He was his sanctuary.
“God, I pray they have running water. Whether it’s hot or not.” Adam says as he makes his way up to the upstairs bathroom. “Tommy.” He says serenely. Tommy knows to follow. Remember, they never leave each other alone. Ever.
Once they were both showered and dressed in the original inhabitant’s clothes, they grabbed their guns and headed for the suburban.
July 26th, 2013
We made it through another day. Yay. Sadly, I can’t express my happiness of survival in physical actions. I just can’t do it because the rational part of my brain is telling me that there is much more to come. Tommy and I have lost weight drastically. I fear for Tommy since he already was a toothpick. Dammit, I’ll make sure if we have limited supplies, it’ll go to Tommy.
“Finally, a Wal-mart supercenter.” Tommy says cheerfully pulling into the parking lot.
“Now lets hope nothing is expired or gross. That would just be our luck huh?” Adam says sarcastically, putting a little more strength into shutting the door.
“If we didn’t have bad luck,” Tommy paused, “we’d have no luck at all.” Adam smiled and threw an arm over Tommy’s shoulders as they grabbed two carts.
“Is that a smile I see?” Tommy smirks and nudges Adam with his elbow.
“Well, don’t get used to it. The only reason I smile is because you….” Adam abruptly cut off his statement and scratched the back of his head.
“Right, so lets find some food to salvage and maybe some entertainment like movies. Oh! I hope they have Gossip Girls.” Adam says cheerfully making his way towards the entertainment section.
Tommy chuckled and pushed the cart near the food, but he stopped suddenly as he heard some sort of munching sound. He knew it wasn’t Adam. He reached shakily for the shotgun in his back pocket on high vigilance. He poked his head around a few of the aisles until he saw it. Scathing eyes looked Tommy up and down before sprinting into a full on run.
“SHIT!” Before he knew it, Tommy was pushed onto the ground with the undead person attempting to bite him. Tommy fought and fought, pushing the creature away from him. He could feel the blood and venom dripping onto his skin and clothes. He wanted to puke but couldn’t. Any second he took his attention away from the creature would land him in a coffin.
“ADAM! HELP!” He bellowed, still fighting the thing on top of him.
“Tommy?...TOMMY…..TOMMY I’M COMING!” Adam ran as fast he could, pulling out his own shotgun. And there he was still fighting, his clothes torn, his face covered in blood and venom, the thing chomping, wanting his flesh.
“SHOOT!” Tommy yelled and grunted.
“I CAN’T! I MIGHT HURT YOU!” Adam replied, completely trembling.
“JUST DO IT! YOU WON’T HURT ME!”
So Adam shot the gun three times, and then, there was silence.