Ok so this is my SEVENTH fic [including sequels.] It's going to be based on the movie I Am Legend. If you haven't seen or heard of the movie, a cure for cancer is discovered, but while it cures cancer, it also causes people to turn into carniverous monsters, unless you're immune to it. In this story, we will have the boys of Panic! At The Disco and some other random characters. Please leave comments on whether you think this story is good enough to continue. Thanks, and enjoy! :]

><♥><♥><♥><Chapter 1

Beep, beep, beep.

Ryan looked down at his gray digital watch. He sighed heavily before looking up at the sky. In about an hour the sun would start to set, telling Ryan that he only had so much time before he had to head home.

He whistled and soon a small beagle appeared from the trashcan that he had been digging in.

“Come on Hobo, time to head home.”

The small dog’s ears pricked up. Ryan hoisted up his messenger bag and began to head back to his red Mercedes. He opened the door, allowing Hobo to hop in and take his place in the passenger seat. Ryan followed, seating his tall, lanky frame in the seat, making sure that his head wouldn’t make contact with the low ceiling. After sticking the keys in the ignition, the car roared to life, breaking the solemn silence of his surroundings.

On his way home, Ryan passed by exactly six dark stores and doorways; the only places where he dared not venture in. He had never been in one, yet he had written countless stories, songs, and poems about them. Each time he passed one he shivered, and Hobo’s tail would stop wagging.

After twenty-eight minutes, Ryan had made it to his small apartment in the middle of what used to be the theater district of Manhattan. He fished out his keys, unlocked the door, and ushered his dog inside. He followed him, making sure to lock the door tightly behind him.

Beep, beep, beep.

Ryan looked down to his watch once more, also sighing. He had made it just in time. He was just waiting for the day that his watch would stop working and he’d still be outside at this time, and then it would become dark, and then…

No, he didn’t even want to think about it.

He began to shut his windows, lock them, and draw the curtains. Hobo followed him, panting. Once this was done, Ryan sat down at his kitchen table, surveying his day’s work. He had no idea what he had written, but he knew that the tone was terrified, as if at any moment he was suspecting the very nightmares he had been writing about to jump off the page and eat him alive.

Throwing the notebook aside, Ryan stood to look in his pantry. After considering some Spam, he decided on spaghetti, which he threw indifferently into a clean pot. He started boiling the water, and then reached into the cabinet under the sink and took out a bag of dog food. He poured some into a bowl, and soon Hobo appeared, taking huge bites out of the mound of food.

Beep, beep, beep.

Another half hour later his watch beeped, signaling that the sun should have set. Sighing, Ryan walked into the kitchen, prepared his dinner, and sat at his table. He began to eat his food, almost inhaling the whole dish in three minutes. He burped and placed his dish in the sink. As soon as the plate clattered against the sink bottom, a roar came from outside.

Startled, Ryan stepped away from the sink and grabbed Hobo. He walked towards his room where he climbed into bed, not even bothering to change. This was how it was every night: he’d come home, eat, and then crawl into bed. Sometimes this would anger Ryan; he had become what his father had told him many times not to: a coward. His behavior reminded him of a five year old crawling into his parents’ bed after a terrifying nightmare.

The only difference here was that Ryan was crawling in bed from a living nightmare, a nightmare that could not be cured by the whispered assurances from parents. Ryan had no one to come to, no one to talk to except Hobo, and all Hobo could do was bark back.

Ryan sighed for the fourth time that evening, probably fifteenth time that day, and shut his eyes closed. Holding the dog close to his chest, he listened with disgust, anger, and fright to the monstrous noises outside.

Eventually, Ryan fell asleep, but only after he relived memories of his childhood. They may not have been perfect, but they were the closest thing he had to parents, and it was the only way he could escape this nightmare he had endured for close to a year.

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i like it... it's diffferent !!! continue

dude this is awesome
well written
<333

lying lying rebecca...but i'll still post a comment cause i'm nice

soo uhm uhm uhm UPDATE UPDATE
cause i wanna know what happens next..and stuff

lol
update

IFUDGINGLOVETHIS :]

I Am Legend was sad.
I cried during it.

EEEK RYAN YAY♥♥♥
bahh updateeee fooooool xD

ive never seen that movie but i will now =o


but omg a new fanfic i cant wait! =D

Thanks for the comments! And yeah, I cried during the movie =\

><♥><♥><♥><Chapter 2

“Good morning Brendon.”

A tall, healthy looking young man yawned and repeated the cheerful greeting he had just said: “Good morning to you Brendon.”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and cautiously peeked through the large metal door. The sunlight shone steadily through the crack. Satisfied, Brendon through the doors open and breathed in the fresh morning air. He changed into the same clothes he had worn the day before, seeing that they did not emit a strange smell.

This was Brendon’s daily routine: he would wake up in the morning, greet himself, dress into whatever clothing that was available, then set out for some food. He was never outside of his little cubby-hole of an apartment for more than several hours; he was terrified of the night time, and never took any chances.

Brendon left his apartment, which was just big enough for a bed, a toilet, a sink, and a small fridge, and made his way down the street towards the corner store. He kicked open the door, whistling a random tune. He grabbed a Red Bull and a pop-tart. He was thankful he lived near a store that had so much food: it had lasted him through the past year, and at the looks it, he would be set for about another year or two.

Brendon waved towards the mannequin he had set up at the counter. It made him feel less alone.

“’Sup Bill.” He walked over and playfully punched the mannequin’s arm. “You’re in here early, must’ve gotten into a fight with Mrs. Carson, yeah?” He laughed at his own joke, watching the expressionless mannequin stare back at him. The laughter died down and Brendon began to walk away, “See you around Bill.”

He walked out into the sunlight, opening his pop-tart. He walked down the street towards the Best Buy. He desperately needed a TV, a Wii, anything to keep him busy during the long nights. He pushed the door open and made his way to the game section. He grabbed a cart and crammed a tiny TV with a built in DVD player into the cart. Then he threw some random DVDs into the cart. He exited Best Buy and made his way back to his apartment, whistling again.

Opening the door, Brendon checked the time on his sidekick. Yes, even though there were no people to call, no reason to go on AIM, Brendon still kept his sidekick. He had the feeling that one day he was going to need it, that maybe people will appear and he’ll need to have their number.

The time read 11:04 AM. He sighed, set up the TV and pushed a DVD in. The main menu for Napolean Dynamite came on, and Brendon grabbed the remote and sank down on his bed. The opening credits came and Brendon couldn’t help but feel excited: maybe he would finally have a cure for the long days and nights of conversations with himself.

great update

naww brendon.
*pats head in comfort*
update asap <3

this is awsome! i luv that movie! update soon!

omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg
you MUST update.
so good.
i wanna know what happends.
go go go go ahhhhhh ♥♥♥♥

xD @ me spazzing

BUMP

wait so whats going on?

im confsued