"Hey," he yelled getting their attention.

The bigger man looked. He was sneering at him, he let go of the other boy and he fell to the ground coughing and spluttering trying to get air back into his lungs. At least hes alive, Blaine thought as he was grabbed by the shirt and shoved against the wall.

"What the hell is your problem hobbit?" The man said spit hitting his face as he spoke. He tried not to gag as the words came out bringing a foul smell with it.

"Nothing," he said and he felt his hand reaching for his dagger.

"Well looks like Im going to have to kill the both of you doesnt it?" the man smiled showing off it yellow rotten teeth gesturing to the boy who was still on the floor. Why wasnt he running?

Giant hands wrapped around his neck, tightening. It was only a couple of seconds before he was begging for air, black spots dancing in his vision.

He could see that the other boy had gotten up and had started to try and get the larger man off him, but it wasnt working, the large man just elbowed him and he was on the floor again.

He felt like he was going to pass out, his hand wrapped around his dagger and with all of the strength that he had left he brought it around his body stabbing it into the mans chest.

Nothing happened for a second but then the hands around his neck loosened and they both fell to the floor. He gasped for air putting his hands to his throat, coughing as his breathing when back to normal.

He sat against the wall for a moment, looking at what he had done. The man that he had stabbed lay motionless next to him his eyes wide open, dead.

"I killed him," he muttered bringing his hand to his mouth in shock.

He felt a presence next to him and then a hand on his shoulder; he flinched away looking at the boy who he had just saved. He had the most beautiful eyes and hazel hair that even though the world was ending looked perfect.

"I killed him," he repeated tears forming in his eyes.

"You didnt have a choice, it was kill or be killed," the boy spoke his angelic voice filled the air. The boy dropped down next to him sitting against the wall.

"I didnt want to kill him, I just wanted him to stop," Blaine said tears falling down his face and uselessly dropping off his chin into his lap.

"Im sorry," the boy replied his focus on the wall in front of them guilt laced in the features on his face.

"It wasnt your fault," Blaine whispered and pushed himself to his feet. He started walking back to the place where he had left his bag.

"Wait," the boy said jumping to his feet following him. "Do I not even get to know my saviours name?"

Blaine turned around to look at him, feeling his face turn a dark shade of red.

"Im not a saviour, but my name is Blaine," he said and turned back to walking to collect his bag. He reached it and picked it up swinging it onto his back; he turned looking around making sure that no one else was around.

"Im Kurt," he replied sticking his hand out and Blaine looked back towards him.

Blaine reached out shaking his hand. "Are you ok?" he said.

"Im fine," Kurt replied. "Where are you heading?" he continued.

He hesitated not sure if he wanted to tell a stranger where he was heading. He sighed, it couldnt hurt he seemed like a decent guy.

"Im heading north," he said and Kurts eyes lit up. "Me too," he said.

"Really?" he said his eyes widening a little.

"Yeah, Im looking for the people who are going to help fix this broken world," Kurt said with passion laced in his tone.

"Well, since were heading to the same place, you can come with me if you want?" Blaine said excited that he might finally have someone to talk to.

Kurt nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "Ive been alone for so long," he whispered.

"Me too, so youre coming?" he asked.

"Yes thank you so much for offering," Kurts replied and he smiled.

He took one more look at the dead body and frowned, before turning and walking out of the ally way carrying on with his journey only this time he had company.

"If we keep walking this way then we should come out into some fields, people dont go there because its to in the open so it should be empty," Kurt said as they walked through the town.

"Yeah I walked by some fields on the other side of town and they were empty too," Blaine said his dream flashing into his mind.

Kurt nodded. "Thats a good sign".

"So what happened back there?" Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt sighed. "I was heading North like you, I was walking alone and as I walked past he grabbed me dragging me into the ally, he kept asking me for food or any items that I had but I didnt have anything so he said that I was useless little faggot and started to choke me, thats when you turned up and saved my life," he said putting his hands into his pockets.

Blaine looked at the ground a little embarrassed.

"You really hate being called a hero dont you?" Kurt giggled.

"Not really no," he said shaking his head. They kept walking flinching at every small sound that they heard around them, constantly looking around to make sure that no one was around.

The tried to keep as quiet as they could, whispering when they walked and making sure that they were watching where they were going, Blaine was glad that he had company, he was happier now that he had someone to talk to.

It must have taken a little over an hour before they saw the field come into view. From the look of them Kurt was right there didnt seem to be any people there, which is why they had to be careful and not let their guard down.

He looked at Kurt noticing that he really didnt have anything on him.

"How did you survive if you didnt have anything?" He asked out of the blue and Kurt turned to him.

"I had stuff yesterday, not much though, I had a small amount of food that I finished off and some clothes but they disappeared when I accidentally fell asleep," Kurt said shrugging.

"Oh, that sucks," he said not really knowing what to say.

They got to another road similar to the road that he had seen on the other side of town and walked to where the field began, climbing through the metal fence starting to walk across it. The field was over grown due to the fact that no one had been there to chop it and harvest the crops that had been grown.

They walked through fully aware that anyone could be using the field as a hiding place; it was quiet other than themselves walking through the crops.

They hadnt spoken since they had entered the field, though he had been tempted as questions popped into his head.

He wanted to know more about this mysterious boy.