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</div></div><br/>Nothing had turned out the way he would have expected, certainly not the way he would have<i>wanted</i>. The virus had seemingly come out of nowhere; though, like any virus, it was far more likely that the organism had simply been lying in wait in some dank swamp, evolving, transforming itself into something that would take humanity by surprise when its back was turned and focused on “more important” things. No one paid much attention to it at first, though that had clearly been a mistake. When news that a new, unknown virus was sweeping through third-world countries and decimating the population with a 100% fatality rate, rich countries like the United States simply shook their heads and whispered, “Glad it's not us.” Lexington had been part of the apathetic American voice, bemoaning the tragedy of lesser people's suffering while running mousse through his dark chocolate brown hair in preparation for his next photo shoot.<br/><br/>Lex couldn't have possibly known that the virus was not only highly communicable but extremely resilient as well. No one could. It swept across the African continent like wildfire, seemingly infecting the entire population before top medical minds could even begin attempting to develop a vaccine. Asia and South America quickly followed suit, with Europe and North America (even the typically unforgiving colder climates), falling victim as well. Australia and Oceania held out the longest with Australia shutting down all air travel in a desperate attempt to keep the virus from landing. Despite their best efforts, somehow the virus managed to cross vast oceans to infect them as well, and the whole world was suddenly at the mercy of a single, devastating virus.<br/><br/>The sickness wasn't quick, but it was obvious and brutal, giving its victims flu-like symptoms, lesions, and eventually attacking the brain and central nervous system resulting in seizures, delirium and ultimately death. Though the World Health Organization had been working round the clock for what felt like years to figure out a way to combat the virus, their work had proved unfruitful, and the world fell into chaos.<br/><br/>Lex hadn't spent much time in America before all of this. His home, his real home, was across the Atlantic ocean in London, a place that wasn't fairing much better than his new state-side location now that the world had gone to shit. He had had time to return home, of course, but Lex's penchant for not taking things seriously had come back to bite him in the ass tenfold. While Lex was spending his last year before his thirtieth birthday drinking, modeling, and fucking all the American men he could tempt back into bed with him, the world was deteriorating. One day, Lex woke to find the airports shut down, the streets emptied, and absolutely any chances of him returning to the United Kingdom completely dashed.<br/><br/>Few friends were around when things started to become dodgy and people grew nervous. Guns and supplies were hoarded, property was damaged, and Lex was left alone to fend for himself as societal rules fell apart and more and more people died violent, traumatic deaths. Mason had been Lex's last resort. A guy he had fucked around with a couple times after meeting him in a bar. A good-looking man, a decent enough fuck, though perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer. That didn't matter so much to Lex, not as long as Mason could keep him safe. Mason was strong and could handle a gun, and all he asked in return was that Lex let him stick his dick in him whenever he liked. He was an easy enough compromise, and the sexual intimacy worked to Lex's advantage. The more attached he became, the more willing Mason would be to come to Lex's rescue should he need it. It was a quiet manipulation on Lex's part, but one he didn't regret.<br/><br/>When Wallis came along, Lex didn't take long to offer up his services to the new man as well. Wallis had been hesitant at first, though a rather explosive blow job was more than enough to convince Wallis that using Lex for sex was better than no sex at all. Mason didn't seem fond of it, but Lex doubted anything serious would come of his disgruntlement. Wallis wasn't very possessive and he used Lex sparingly compared to Mason. As long as no one developed any serious feelings, Lex didn't think he had anything to worry about. Far as he was concerned, two strong men looking out for him was much better than just one.<br/><br/>Mason had dragged him and Wallis away from the city down miles of road toward the countryside and the now abandoned farmsteads that littered the landscape. Lex didn't understand why Mason was making such a huge deal of finding this one particular farm, but with his only weapons being his looks and a knife, he wasn't in much position to argue. His feet had grown used to the ceaseless walking. Spots that used to grown sore were now hard and calloused even beneath his boots, the same ones Wallis had stolen for him while they dug through an abandoned strip mall.<br/><br/>Mason and Wallis argued back and forth about whether or not to head for this mythical farm, though Lex didn't have much of an opinion either way. The further away from people the less likely they'd run into anyone wishing them harm, but going out that far would also make finding food and supplies difficult despite what Mason claimed. Eventually, Mason shoved Lex forward, silently telling Wallis,<i>I'm taking him with me so you either come along or go off on your own. </i>Lex wasn't all too pleased, grunting in frustration as he stumbled along, though he quickly regained composure once Mason let him go. He said nothing, knowing that attempting a verbal battle with Mason wasn't going to get him anywhere and simply walked.<br/><br/>To Lex's surprise, the farm<i>wasn't</i>abandoned, and the approaching trio was quickly met by a large beast with his nose to the ground and a suspicious young man, barrel of his gun raised and ready to shoot anyone who got too close. Mason reacted quickly, raising his arms in a sign of submission and signaling Wallis to lower his unloaded gun. Lex watched warily, olive green eyes scanning both his companions and the familiar stranger, looking for a weakness he could exploit. At first glance, there didn't seem to be one, and Lex was jolted from his silent musings when Mason shoved him, teasing him for his ineptitude with a gun. Unfortunately, getting pictures taken of yourself for a living didn't seem to translate all that well into survival skills for the apocalypse.<br/><br/>The farmboy, Forest, received Mason well. Old friends, it seemed. Lex's mouth pursed into a look of displeasure as he silently stood, watching the two trade words. He leaned up close next to Wallis, pressing his lips against the broad man's ear. “The first sign of something weird, we need to get Mason and go, all right?” he instructed, his proper London accent settling softly against the man's lobe. Lex had found he didn't trust many in Alabama, and every day he cursed taking that stupid job in Atlanta and deciding that he just<i>had</i>to explore the American south just for kicks. Maybe if he had stayed in Georgia it'd be better, but probably not.<br/><br/>Forest's hand was strong when he went to shake Lex's, and the model couldn't help but notice that for a farmboy Forest had a rather handsome face. Not grizzled and worn like most who spent their days working beneath the sun. Lex imagined Forest was most likely still quite young, aged far beyond his years due to hard work and being surrounded by death.<br/><br/>Lex followed without hesitation when Forest invited the three of them back. He still wasn't sure what to make of the man, but he trusted Mason only just enough. At the very least, Mason could be depended upon to protect his fuck toy at all costs.