Fic: We Are Outnumbered -Chapter 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Ryan's)
Summary: The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in time we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Be on the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact and could be infected. And if you find yourself in a threatened position, please do not hesitate to act. Again. This is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered. The world is about to change as Ryan knows it, but can he and Brendon survive the change? Or will they soon end up like the majority of the population?
Author's Note: Rated NC-17 for sex, violence, character death, gore. So heed this as a warning I suppose.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
I sprint down the street, the late August heat smothering against me as I struggle to pace my breathing. Fuck. Why did I quit the cross country team? Dumbest mistake ever and definitely not one of my brighter moments. I whip around the corner, hearing the footsteps behind me get closer. My footing falters as I try to keep my speed up, but I know it’s no use. I can feel myself slowing down. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I did not need this right now. The footsteps behind me speed up and I feel a body crash into me, slamming me against the brick building to my right.
“Shit,” I hiss out as a white-hot pain flashes through my body from where my head makes contact with the brick, my vision going white before slowly fading back in. My vision focuses in back on Spencer pinning me against the wall and grinning widely.
“Gotcha,” he says proudly, dropping his grip from my t-shirt. I let myself slide down the wall and rub my hand against the back of my head, trying not to wince at the shooting pain. Spencer thrusts his fist into the air in victory. “I win again!”
“Was that much force entirely necessary?” I ask, squinting at him through the bright sunlight. He gives a small shrug before redirecting his attention to his phone.
“Sorry,” he mutters. We both know he doesn’t mean it. I watch as he scrolls through his text messages and a grin spreads across his face as he looks back up at me, “We gotta go; Jon and Brendon wanna meet up for pizza at Gino’s.” I feel my stomach flutter a little and fight letting my hand fly to it. Hearing his name should not have this kind of effect on me. He’s one of my best friends for fucks sake, nothing more. Spencer senses my hesitation and interprets it wrong. He raises an eyebrow.
“You okay with this?” I shake the thought of Brendon away and nod, giving Spencer a reassuring smile that he returns before spinning around and leading me towards the main street again.
I follow in silence and let my mind wander back to Brendon. I mean, these feelings about him hadn’t just appeared overnight, but sometimes I felt weird having progressed to where even a mention of his name can make my stomach somersault and make me wanna puke from pure happiness. This wasn’t how normal people felt about their best friends. I didn’t feel this way about Spencer or Jon at least. But Brendon. Oh Brendon. He made me feel so many things at once I seriously thought I was going to explode at times. Spencer turns his head back to look at me, raising his eyebrow again.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice dripping with genuine concern. “You’re not getting sick are you?” His eyes narrow a little, but I roll my own and shake my head. Everyone was getting sick lately. Some kind of intense influenza with really odd mental symptoms, I guess. At least that was what I had heard on the news.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going psycho on you,” I joke, punching his arm and causing more damage to my own hand rather than his shoulder. He laughs.
“So you’re not gonna try to eat my face off?” He teases back, referencing the story we had both heard on the news earlier and I smirk.
“Damn, you caught me,” I laugh, putting my hands up in a mock surrender. “Totally took some bath salts before you got around the corner just so I could get my revenge by devouring your flesh. Mmmm, yummy!” I lunge towards him, barring my teeth and he laughs, feigning a fearful expression as he takes a step away from me.
“Oh no! How could I be so naïve as to not have noticed?” We both crack up and face back towards the end of the block as we shove each other around. How ridiculous was it that people were taking drugs that caused people to hallucinate and wanna eat flesh? Totally laughable. Well, not for the guy who got eaten, but still. Made for good jokes in our circle at least. I see the sign for the pizza parlor come into view and feel my pace speed up on its own accord and Spencer cocks his eyebrow again but matches my pace easily.
“Bit of a rush, eh?” He offers, his eyes searching mine for something. They give away nothing and he tears his eyes from mine, frustrated. Spencer speeds up even more and reaches the door before me, yanking it open and holding it for me. I rush in past him into the air-conditioned restaurant.
I inhale deeply, allowing the scent of fresh-baked pizza to invade my senses before finally spotting Jon and Brendon in a corner, waving us over. Brendon’s eyes focus on mine and his face breaks into a wide smile. Fuck. My heart leaps up to my throat but I fight off the shaky feeling now coursing through my body. Taking a deep breath, I weave through the mostly empty tables and finally arrive at the back corner where they’re perched.
“Hey!” Brendon says cheerfully, standing up and engulfing me in a tight hug. I hold my breath, awkwardly wrapping my own arms around him. Hugs from Brendon were normal, but for me they felt different. But maybe I was reading too much into it. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. Brendon gives my body one last squeeze then lets go, sitting back down.
Spencer pulls out a chair next to Jon and sits down, leaving me the only one left standing. I narrow my eyes a little at Spencer before sitting in the only remaining chair, right next to Brendon. I glance around the restaurant. We’re the only ones in here, not counting the waitress standing over by the counter. What the hell? This place was always packed. It was the most popular pizza place and hang out in the entire city.
“Uh, where is everyone?” I ask turning back to the guys, all of which give me a confused look.
“Well, there’s usually just the four of us, and considering we’re all here….” Jon trails off but I shake my head.
“Not what I meant. I mean where is everyone else? Like the usual people who are in here. This place is never this dead.” Spencer, Jon, and Brendon all glance around the restaurant, following my gaze.
“Oh,” Jon mutters. “Weird.” He shrugs it off, going back to the piece of pizza he was midway through devouring. Brendon places slices onto the plates in front of me and Spencer before biting into his own as well.
“Maybe they’re sick?” he offers through a full mouth of cheese, barely enunciating any of the words. I raise an eyebrow and he swallows quickly to elaborate. “Everyone’s been sick lately, right? Maybe that’s why everyone’s gone. It’d explain why the rest of town is dead too.”
He’s right. Everyone has been getting sick lately. Even the hospitals were running out of room. People had to either stay at home for treatment that may never come or relocate out of the city to a different hospital. Which, hah, good luck with that. Apparently all the hospitals in the state and this half of the country have been exceeding their maximum capacity. Why the fuck is everyone so sick all of a sudden? And since when was the flu a cause to go to a hospital anyways?
I bite into my piece of pizza and all the cheese slides off of the crust and I sigh around it. I hate when that happens. Spencer chokes out a laugh at me around his own slice.
“Smooth,” he mumbles out, and I roll my eyes, picking the excess cheese up and placing it back on the crust. “So what do we wanna do tonight?” We all glance around at each other.
“I don’t know if there’s anything to do,” Jon offers quietly after a moment. “Everywhere is closed. This is like the only open place left in town, no joke. Everyone’s too sick to open anything up right now.” We all sigh. Well, what the fuck were we gonna do?
“We can go to my house?” I suggest, unsure if that’s even a good idea. I can picture my dad not handling that well, but oh well. The guys all nod a little in agreement, and it’s settled. We finish the pizza and each throw down a couple bucks for the bill before making our way back through the maze of tables and out into the heat. One of the many downsides to living in Las Vegas: the ungodly heat. We turn left once out of the door and make our way through the unusually deserted streets to my house.
“This is weird,” Brendon mutters and I snap my attention to him, letting confusion spread across my face. He gestures around the empty street. “Just feels like we’re in a ghost town, ya know?” I look around and can’t help but agree. The town is so empty, it’s almost eerie. It makes me extra thankful that my house isn’t far from the pizza parlor and we arrive there fairly quickly. We hurry up the sidewalk to my front porch. I unlock the door swiftly and we all rush in to the cold air, grateful to get out of the muggy weather.
“Dad?” I call loudly, shutting the door behind us. No answer. “Huh, must not be home.” Spencer and Jon wander off down the hall towards my kitchen leaving me and Brendon behind in the entryway.
“Is it gonna be okay if he comes home and we’re here?” Brendon turns to me, looking genuinely concerned. I guess they all knew how my dad could be. I give a small shrug, not really wanting to give a straight answer. It would be okay, until they left at least. Then it’d get bad, but oh well. Nothing I could do about it now. I wasn’t about to just make them leave after having walked here. Brendon offers me a small smile and I give him a genuine one in return. He grabs my hand leading me down the hall with our arms swinging between us and I can’t help but smile more.
“Dude, do you have any peanut butter?” Spencer’s rummaging through my cabinets like he owns the fucking place and all I can do is roll my eyes.
“Didn’t you just eat?” I huff out, pushing myself up onto the counter next to the sink. Spencer pokes his head out of the cabinet and narrows his eyes at me.
“Your point?” He doesn’t wait for a response before shoving his face back into the cupboard and I sigh.
“Fatass,” Brendon mutters and I snort out a laugh. I watch as Spencer extracts a jar of peanut butter and grabs the bread off the counter.
“Don’t forget the pickles!” Jon pipes up from the fridge, pulling out a jar.
“Oh yeah, almost forgot!” Spencer grabs the jar from Jon and starts making sandwiches.
“What are you? Pregnant?” I watch with disgust painting my face as Spencer spreads peanut butter on a piece of bread and throws pickle slices on top. “That’s disgusting.”
“Wrong,” Spencer says, taking a huge bite. “It’s delicious. And you’re just jealous I didn’t make you one.” I make a gagging noise as I watch him and Jon take more bites of the vile sandwich and can see my disgust mirrored on Brendon’s face. At least I wasn’t alone in thinking this was the grossest thing ever.
“That is so disgusting,” Brendon mutters before turning to me. “Wanna go watch TV?” I nod, jumping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen, leaving Jon and Spencer to eat their fucked up snack.
I grab the remote off the coffee table and click the power button. The screen flashes up on a news scene, but I flip to the next channel. News scene again. Click. News. Click. News. Click. More news. What the actual fuck? I click again, this time keeping it on the news program that pops up. The anchor man has fear etched into his features and looks as if it is taking all that he has in him to keep calm and not break down.
“The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in time we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Be on the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact and could be infected. And if you find yourself in a threatened position, please do not hesitate to act. Again. This is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered.” The man’s voice rings out throughout the living room as Brendon and I stare at the screen.
He begins to repeat the phrase as the camera cuts to a scene that is labeled as down on the Las Vegas strip, where what can only be described as utter chaos is taking place. There are people running, many of them dripping blood from their faces and some cars are on fire. I turn to face Brendon and his eyes are wide with the fear that I know show in my own.
“W-what do we do?” He stutters out. Spencer and Jon walk out to see what’s going on and stare at the TV as the man continues to repeat the story.
“What the fuck,” Spencer whispers his eyes widening at the TV before moving between the rest of us. “This is like some horror movie shit!” I sink down onto the couch and continue to stare at the TV. What were we going to do? Spencer was right, this was like out of a horror movie.
“Well, we have food here,” Jon starts, looking at us all. “We can always stay here? I doubt anything could really come out here and hurt us. Not if we lock ourselves up in the house at least.”
Thud.
We all snap our attention to the ceiling at the sound, and I feel my heart stop a little.
“What the fuck was that?”
Chapter 2
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Ryan's)
Summary: The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in time we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Be on the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact and could be infected. And if you find yourself in a threatened position, please do not hesitate to act. Again. This is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered. The world is about to change as Ryan knows it, but can he and Brendon survive the change? Or will they soon end up like the majority of the population?
Author's Note: Rated NC-17 for sex, violence, character death, gore. So heed this as a warning I suppose.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
I sprint down the street, the late August heat smothering against me as I struggle to pace my breathing. Fuck. Why did I quit the cross country team? Dumbest mistake ever and definitely not one of my brighter moments. I whip around the corner, hearing the footsteps behind me get closer. My footing falters as I try to keep my speed up, but I know it’s no use. I can feel myself slowing down. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I did not need this right now. The footsteps behind me speed up and I feel a body crash into me, slamming me against the brick building to my right.
“Shit,” I hiss out as a white-hot pain flashes through my body from where my head makes contact with the brick, my vision going white before slowly fading back in. My vision focuses in back on Spencer pinning me against the wall and grinning widely.
“Gotcha,” he says proudly, dropping his grip from my t-shirt. I let myself slide down the wall and rub my hand against the back of my head, trying not to wince at the shooting pain. Spencer thrusts his fist into the air in victory. “I win again!”
“Was that much force entirely necessary?” I ask, squinting at him through the bright sunlight. He gives a small shrug before redirecting his attention to his phone.
“Sorry,” he mutters. We both know he doesn’t mean it. I watch as he scrolls through his text messages and a grin spreads across his face as he looks back up at me, “We gotta go; Jon and Brendon wanna meet up for pizza at Gino’s.” I feel my stomach flutter a little and fight letting my hand fly to it. Hearing his name should not have this kind of effect on me. He’s one of my best friends for fucks sake, nothing more. Spencer senses my hesitation and interprets it wrong. He raises an eyebrow.
“You okay with this?” I shake the thought of Brendon away and nod, giving Spencer a reassuring smile that he returns before spinning around and leading me towards the main street again.
I follow in silence and let my mind wander back to Brendon. I mean, these feelings about him hadn’t just appeared overnight, but sometimes I felt weird having progressed to where even a mention of his name can make my stomach somersault and make me wanna puke from pure happiness. This wasn’t how normal people felt about their best friends. I didn’t feel this way about Spencer or Jon at least. But Brendon. Oh Brendon. He made me feel so many things at once I seriously thought I was going to explode at times. Spencer turns his head back to look at me, raising his eyebrow again.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice dripping with genuine concern. “You’re not getting sick are you?” His eyes narrow a little, but I roll my own and shake my head. Everyone was getting sick lately. Some kind of intense influenza with really odd mental symptoms, I guess. At least that was what I had heard on the news.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going psycho on you,” I joke, punching his arm and causing more damage to my own hand rather than his shoulder. He laughs.
“So you’re not gonna try to eat my face off?” He teases back, referencing the story we had both heard on the news earlier and I smirk.
“Damn, you caught me,” I laugh, putting my hands up in a mock surrender. “Totally took some bath salts before you got around the corner just so I could get my revenge by devouring your flesh. Mmmm, yummy!” I lunge towards him, barring my teeth and he laughs, feigning a fearful expression as he takes a step away from me.
“Oh no! How could I be so naïve as to not have noticed?” We both crack up and face back towards the end of the block as we shove each other around. How ridiculous was it that people were taking drugs that caused people to hallucinate and wanna eat flesh? Totally laughable. Well, not for the guy who got eaten, but still. Made for good jokes in our circle at least. I see the sign for the pizza parlor come into view and feel my pace speed up on its own accord and Spencer cocks his eyebrow again but matches my pace easily.
“Bit of a rush, eh?” He offers, his eyes searching mine for something. They give away nothing and he tears his eyes from mine, frustrated. Spencer speeds up even more and reaches the door before me, yanking it open and holding it for me. I rush in past him into the air-conditioned restaurant.
I inhale deeply, allowing the scent of fresh-baked pizza to invade my senses before finally spotting Jon and Brendon in a corner, waving us over. Brendon’s eyes focus on mine and his face breaks into a wide smile. Fuck. My heart leaps up to my throat but I fight off the shaky feeling now coursing through my body. Taking a deep breath, I weave through the mostly empty tables and finally arrive at the back corner where they’re perched.
“Hey!” Brendon says cheerfully, standing up and engulfing me in a tight hug. I hold my breath, awkwardly wrapping my own arms around him. Hugs from Brendon were normal, but for me they felt different. But maybe I was reading too much into it. Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. Brendon gives my body one last squeeze then lets go, sitting back down.
Spencer pulls out a chair next to Jon and sits down, leaving me the only one left standing. I narrow my eyes a little at Spencer before sitting in the only remaining chair, right next to Brendon. I glance around the restaurant. We’re the only ones in here, not counting the waitress standing over by the counter. What the hell? This place was always packed. It was the most popular pizza place and hang out in the entire city.
“Uh, where is everyone?” I ask turning back to the guys, all of which give me a confused look.
“Well, there’s usually just the four of us, and considering we’re all here….” Jon trails off but I shake my head.
“Not what I meant. I mean where is everyone else? Like the usual people who are in here. This place is never this dead.” Spencer, Jon, and Brendon all glance around the restaurant, following my gaze.
“Oh,” Jon mutters. “Weird.” He shrugs it off, going back to the piece of pizza he was midway through devouring. Brendon places slices onto the plates in front of me and Spencer before biting into his own as well.
“Maybe they’re sick?” he offers through a full mouth of cheese, barely enunciating any of the words. I raise an eyebrow and he swallows quickly to elaborate. “Everyone’s been sick lately, right? Maybe that’s why everyone’s gone. It’d explain why the rest of town is dead too.”
He’s right. Everyone has been getting sick lately. Even the hospitals were running out of room. People had to either stay at home for treatment that may never come or relocate out of the city to a different hospital. Which, hah, good luck with that. Apparently all the hospitals in the state and this half of the country have been exceeding their maximum capacity. Why the fuck is everyone so sick all of a sudden? And since when was the flu a cause to go to a hospital anyways?
I bite into my piece of pizza and all the cheese slides off of the crust and I sigh around it. I hate when that happens. Spencer chokes out a laugh at me around his own slice.
“Smooth,” he mumbles out, and I roll my eyes, picking the excess cheese up and placing it back on the crust. “So what do we wanna do tonight?” We all glance around at each other.
“I don’t know if there’s anything to do,” Jon offers quietly after a moment. “Everywhere is closed. This is like the only open place left in town, no joke. Everyone’s too sick to open anything up right now.” We all sigh. Well, what the fuck were we gonna do?
“We can go to my house?” I suggest, unsure if that’s even a good idea. I can picture my dad not handling that well, but oh well. The guys all nod a little in agreement, and it’s settled. We finish the pizza and each throw down a couple bucks for the bill before making our way back through the maze of tables and out into the heat. One of the many downsides to living in Las Vegas: the ungodly heat. We turn left once out of the door and make our way through the unusually deserted streets to my house.
“This is weird,” Brendon mutters and I snap my attention to him, letting confusion spread across my face. He gestures around the empty street. “Just feels like we’re in a ghost town, ya know?” I look around and can’t help but agree. The town is so empty, it’s almost eerie. It makes me extra thankful that my house isn’t far from the pizza parlor and we arrive there fairly quickly. We hurry up the sidewalk to my front porch. I unlock the door swiftly and we all rush in to the cold air, grateful to get out of the muggy weather.
“Dad?” I call loudly, shutting the door behind us. No answer. “Huh, must not be home.” Spencer and Jon wander off down the hall towards my kitchen leaving me and Brendon behind in the entryway.
“Is it gonna be okay if he comes home and we’re here?” Brendon turns to me, looking genuinely concerned. I guess they all knew how my dad could be. I give a small shrug, not really wanting to give a straight answer. It would be okay, until they left at least. Then it’d get bad, but oh well. Nothing I could do about it now. I wasn’t about to just make them leave after having walked here. Brendon offers me a small smile and I give him a genuine one in return. He grabs my hand leading me down the hall with our arms swinging between us and I can’t help but smile more.
“Dude, do you have any peanut butter?” Spencer’s rummaging through my cabinets like he owns the fucking place and all I can do is roll my eyes.
“Didn’t you just eat?” I huff out, pushing myself up onto the counter next to the sink. Spencer pokes his head out of the cabinet and narrows his eyes at me.
“Your point?” He doesn’t wait for a response before shoving his face back into the cupboard and I sigh.
“Fatass,” Brendon mutters and I snort out a laugh. I watch as Spencer extracts a jar of peanut butter and grabs the bread off the counter.
“Don’t forget the pickles!” Jon pipes up from the fridge, pulling out a jar.
“Oh yeah, almost forgot!” Spencer grabs the jar from Jon and starts making sandwiches.
“What are you? Pregnant?” I watch with disgust painting my face as Spencer spreads peanut butter on a piece of bread and throws pickle slices on top. “That’s disgusting.”
“Wrong,” Spencer says, taking a huge bite. “It’s delicious. And you’re just jealous I didn’t make you one.” I make a gagging noise as I watch him and Jon take more bites of the vile sandwich and can see my disgust mirrored on Brendon’s face. At least I wasn’t alone in thinking this was the grossest thing ever.
“That is so disgusting,” Brendon mutters before turning to me. “Wanna go watch TV?” I nod, jumping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen, leaving Jon and Spencer to eat their fucked up snack.
I grab the remote off the coffee table and click the power button. The screen flashes up on a news scene, but I flip to the next channel. News scene again. Click. News. Click. News. Click. More news. What the actual fuck? I click again, this time keeping it on the news program that pops up. The anchor man has fear etched into his features and looks as if it is taking all that he has in him to keep calm and not break down.
“The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in time we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Be on the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact and could be infected. And if you find yourself in a threatened position, please do not hesitate to act. Again. This is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered.” The man’s voice rings out throughout the living room as Brendon and I stare at the screen.
He begins to repeat the phrase as the camera cuts to a scene that is labeled as down on the Las Vegas strip, where what can only be described as utter chaos is taking place. There are people running, many of them dripping blood from their faces and some cars are on fire. I turn to face Brendon and his eyes are wide with the fear that I know show in my own.
“W-what do we do?” He stutters out. Spencer and Jon walk out to see what’s going on and stare at the TV as the man continues to repeat the story.
“What the fuck,” Spencer whispers his eyes widening at the TV before moving between the rest of us. “This is like some horror movie shit!” I sink down onto the couch and continue to stare at the TV. What were we going to do? Spencer was right, this was like out of a horror movie.
“Well, we have food here,” Jon starts, looking at us all. “We can always stay here? I doubt anything could really come out here and hurt us. Not if we lock ourselves up in the house at least.”
Thud.
We all snap our attention to the ceiling at the sound, and I feel my heart stop a little.
“What the fuck was that?”
Chapter 2