Do you ever just sit at a window watching the rain? Watching the droplets run down the glass seeing which of them were going to reach the bottom first.

Blaine found that the more he grew up the more his found himself sat on the window sill, listening to the patter of rain. He almost felt like it relieved the stress of his life, almost like a hot shower did at the end of the day.

The house was quiet, the absence of people almost bounced off the walls.

He remembered the day that he came home to find that the house was empty; he had been abandoned, left behind.

It had been a week after he had come out; he knew that his parents hadn't been happy about his sexual preferences but he had no idea how unhappy they were until he came home to find the house vacant.

There hadn't been a sign that anyone had lived there in a while, well other than his room. That hadn't been touched.

That was even before the apocalypse started, freak weather all over the world had people scared. Then they started to protest, the protests turned violent and soon everything fell apart. The public services and the government stopped working and people quit; there was no line of defence.

The earthquakes and the tornados started to kill people off, trashing houses and leaving the world in devastation. He had no idea if his family had lived, wasn't sure that he cared anymore.

Gangs started to form taking over neighbourhoods making it unsafe to leave the house, it had almost been three months since the whole thing had started and now the world was a mess.

He had been lucky to survive, hiding in the basement as he was sure many people had done. Not many people had basements on his street; he was one of the lucky ones. His basement was also well hidden; no one would be able to find it without being told where it was not unless they ripped the floor apart.

He had managed to get a large stock of food as soon as the tornado warnings started, it was when he was about to lose the house that the warnings had started and he had managed to argue his way into staying until the warnings were over so he had somewhere safe to stay.

He almost laughed at the memory, doesn't look like they're going to get the house back now. He had no idea what state it was in now he hadn't dared go back up there, it was way too dangerous.

He missed having a window, watching the rain and even having sunlight. He was sure that he had gone pale from the lack of light that his skin was getting.

After being down in the basement a month he had started to build a tunnel breaking one of the wooden walls of the basement, it hadn't been easy but he had managed. His food supply was starting to run out, so he could die of starvation down in a candle lit basement or risk dying trying to survive, he chose the latter.

He had thought about going through the entrance to the basement but there were times that he thought that people were up there, creaking floorboards and whispers that he wasn't sure if he had imagined.

The tunnel travelled a fair distance from the house just in case in had been taken over by strangers. He had completed the tunnel a couple of days before but was too afraid to break to the surface, the need for food was getting more severe and he knew that any day now he would have to start his travel.

He wasn't sure that he wanted to come back to the house after he left, it had felt like a prison and he was eager to escape. He hoped that he could find some sort of resistance, people that wanted to fight and fix the world.

He sat on his make shift bed of blankets on the floor, twiddling his thumbs back against the wooden wall, the feeling of excitement spread through his body at the thought of having someone to talk to. He turned picking up the wooden dagger that he had crafted out of the wood that he had pulled from the wall, and touched the point checking that it was still sharp and was ready for combat if it was needed. He had used one of the knifes that he had brought down with him, when the knife had started to turn useless he started making tools, if not to pass the time then to make him feel more protected. He had also learned how to shave with a knife, he had let it grow out for a month but it started to feel uncomfortable so he used a knife to cut it off cutting himself several times but he had gotten better since he started.

The electricity had long gone but he had used his phone wisely, only tuning it on to see the time or date, there was never any signal but he wanted to check just in case. Not that he had anyone to call if there was. His phone had pretty good battery and making sure that he never had it only for a minute at a time meant that even after three months that it was a little over half way.

He had had a radio for a while, it kept him up to date will all the goings on of the outside world but one day the updates just stopped coming.

He had no idea if there was even running water anymore; his dirt covered skin was proof that he didn't even have a tap to clean himself with. At first he had used bottles of water, but once the number of bottles had gone down and he noticed that there wasn't much chance that he was getting out of there anytime soon he had had to stop. He had clean clothes, he had chucked down here with him just in case of an event like this, though he didn't believe that this would have ever have happened which is why he didn't think of useful things to take down here with him. And anyways, not even the apocalypse would stop him from wearing a bowtie.

He turned on his phone and waited for the time and date to pop up on the home screen.

19/09/15, 6:27pm. He looked and then turned his phone straight off.

He sighed looking at the tunnel that sat next to him. He turned to the bag that he had packed full of the very little food and water that he had left and a few other items such as blankets, a few pairs of clothes, tools that he had crafted and candles with a nearly worn out lighter.

He stood up and grabbed the bag throwing it over his shoulder; he looked around at what had been his home for the past three months not sure if he would ever see it again before walking towards the tunnel tucking his wooden dagger into the back of his trousers.

He looked at the tunnel and dropped his bag onto the floor and started to tie one of the straps to his ankle, he had only made the tunnel just bigger than himself so there was no way that he would fit through it with it on his back.

He grabbed a candle that he had lit earlier that day and then started to burrow through the hole; he found it harder with his decently heavy bag tied to his leg.  Mud fell from the sides of the tunnel as he shuffled through, guided but the candle light that only showed a foot in front of him.

When he finally reached the end of his tunnel he blew out the candle and braced himself, he knew that he wasn't that far front the surface, he had tested it not long ago with his arm pushing it upward through the mud until the tips of his fingers felt air.

He held his breath and shoved his arms upwards digging fast through the mud having no idea what he would find once he met the surface. Would he die before his journey had begun?

Just as he thought he was about to run out of air his head burst out through the mud, he took a deep breath and pushed his whole body out of the mud and onto the grassy area that surrounded his tunnel.

His eyes burned at the first sight of sunlight in three months, he laid in the same stop letting his eyes adjust and his skin soak in the light. 

Once he could see he made sure that all of his body and his bag were out of the hole.

Then he let his eyes wonder over the area that he had come out at; he paused standing up looking around at the area where his tunnel had lead him, he hadn't been prepared for what he saw.