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Alec had been lucky enough to not be directly affected by the virus. Nobody in his family was affected, at least as far as he knew. He knew that it was all luck, and that he had to be grateful that his family came out unscathed. But, those thoughts were eating him up alive. He didn't like what it was doing to his mental health. The fact that any one of them could've just as easily succumbed to the virus and no longer be in his life was something that was going to haunt him. He tried to focus on the "what is" but he just couldn't stop thinking about the "what if", and quite frankly, it was eating him inside.

To try to distract him, he was reading up on background of this movie called "Black Panther". It was incredibly popular and it was catching momentum worldwide, especially among the African-American community. The cast was star-studded, and Alec was very happy with the cast save for one person. The problem was, for him at least, was his striking resemblance  to one of the characters. He looked exactly like Killmonger with a weird haircut, and that was what weirded him out. Why did this dude look so much like him? Out all of the actors that exist in the world right now, they just [i]had[/i] to pick the one that looked just like him. Alec didn't like it. It weirded him out, and when it actually came out, he wasn't going to hear the end of being called "Killmonger". Kill. Killed just like his family would've been if they caught the virus. If they got killed then he might as well have killed himself. 

Too dark. It was eating at him again. Alec had to get out of his room and to somewhere where he didn't have enough silence to think. He needed noise, he needed distractions. He needed Grimaldi's. Pizza was good. If he didn't want to deal with his feelings then stuffing them away with food was a perfectly acceptable way to cope with these feelings. He got up and put on a jacket to make himself a little warmer. Novembers in this area were always a little chilly, especially for Alec who didn't really like the cold.

Emerging from his room, he slipped on his classic Nike Air Force 1 Breds and went on his way to Grimaldi's. All that was on his mind was pizza. He was weird, though. Apparently he was the only person who liked their pizza with pepperoni and sausage. It was such a basic combo yet so unpopular. Weird. Putting his hood on and stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, he made his way to the pizza shop at a brisk pace. The longer he had with himself the more likely he was going to descend down that spiral again, and he didn't want to be in that dark place. If only he had time to run. Running was going to help him cope for damn sure.

Pulling up to Grimaldi's, he opened the door and stepped inside. He saw a few friends nearby, which was nice. He went up to the counter and ordered the usual. Two slices of pepperoni and sausage with a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Taking a seat nearby, a blonde haired girl strolled in. He nodded his head to greet her before glancing back down at his phone. But, before long, another guy came in and made a scene as he arrived. Who was this guy? Was he a Logan Paul wanna-be? Watching him fall and make a fool of himself, he shook his head and scratched it. He damn sure was. But, he couldn't let this guy hang by himself. He got up and walked over to him, lightly kicking him on the leg before reaching a hand out to him.

[b]"You okay there, bro? Looks like you had a tough fall there."[/b]