Pairing: Kurtbastian (Kurt/Sebastian)
Word count: 2,458
Rated: R
Warnings: AU, language, gore, and death.
Full summary: The unpredictable has hit Lima and not to mention the rest of the known world; a zombie outbreak! In this new world, Kurt Hummel must learn to live with no remorse and abide by the simple rules he's set for himself; 1. don't stop running, 2. kill upon sight, and 3. never group up with survivors. But when he stumbles upon none other than Sebastian Smythe, the rules just don't seem to matter anymore.
Author's note: Hi guys! I'm collabing with my best friend, awkwardpie, to write this wonderful little AU fic. Title is from "I Don't Care If You're Contagious" by Pierce the Veil. Chapters will be set in alternating point of views. i.e. chapter one is Kurt, chapter two is Sebastian, and so on from there. I really hope you guys enjoy this fic, because it's one of my favorite AU's to write in. :) Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own!
Everything around him was going to shit, he surmised. Kurt Hummel sat in his Navigator, waiting patiently for his step-brother and his friends to arrive and tell him the game plan. Really, the situation couldn't be any more ridiculous than it was. In the wake of all the disaster around him, Kurt found himself calm and collected, if only just a bit apprehensive about getting the hell out of this place.
"C'mon Finn, now is not the time to dwadle," he said outloud, worrying his bottom with between both sets of teeth, "We're in the middle of a fricken zombie apocalypse!"
Finally, after what seemed like decades, a truck pulled up beside him, Finn's sheepish expression meeting Kurt's stony bitch glare. He reached over and rolled down the window a few inches, waving his hand at his dope of a step-brother to just lay the news on him.
"Hey Kurt," Finn started, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Me and the guys are gonna take Burt and Carole someplace safe. We've got enough supplies and stuff, so we're just going to go pick them up and head out. What are you going to do?"
The countertenor let out an exasperated sigh and threw his hands up in the air, because really? He could have been home already packing up his things and getting out of Lima as fast as possible. Leave it to Finn to postpone everything.
"I'm just going back to the house to pick up my things and I'm leaving."
Finn shot him a questioning look, most likely as to why he wasn't offering up the idea of following behind them. Kurt couldn't tell him he didn't plan on it. It was too much and went against all of his plans he'd concocted for a situation such as this. (Not that he would ever admit it outloud that he planned for these kinds of things.)
"Kurt-" Finn started, but was cut off by a body flinging itself onto the hood of his car.
"Just go, Finn! Fine, I'll catch up with you guys later, but just go!" he shouted, already rolling up his window and throwing his car into reverse, effectively cutting off whatever retort Finn had.
Getting out of the parking lot was his first objective, and once he finally was back on the familiar roads, he gunned it to his house. There was only so much time he would have to get the things he needed packed up safely. Upon reaching the house, he was relieved to find it fairly untouched, the doors and windows all left intact. Opening the garage and parking the Navigator there, he briskly discarded his messenger bag on the table next to the door. Kurt stepped into the house and made his way upstairs to his room to grab the bag he may or may not have packed in light of a situation such as this. (Okay, so sue him, he always wanted to be prepared for anything.)
Eventually, he would need to get weapons of some kind, but for now his sai swords would do. He picked them up off his dresser and left the room, hurrying down the stairs and throwing the things into the backseat. Reentering the house only to grab food that wouldn't spoil and a mass supply of water bottles he'd purchased recently, along with a few blankets. Sooner or later he would be sleeping in his car, if he would be allowed that luxury at some point.
"Might as well check to see if everything is okay all around," Kurt spoke as he popped the hood and tinkered around for a few moments.
After making sure everything with the engine and everything it entailed was clear, he lowered himself to the ground and underneath the car. Kurt was just about to move down further when a guttural moan echoed out through the garage, causing him to freeze in fear for a second.
It was in that instance that Kurt was eternally grateful toward Finn, Puck, and Sam for forcing him into watching all of those zombie movies and playing those awful games. Ignorant was not something he wanted to be in this situation, as he scurried out from under his black Navigator. He quickly made work of maneuvering around the large vehicle, grabbing his messenger bag that he'd tossed aside in his haste upon arriving home. In a swift motion, he swung the door open to his car and threw the bag inside, turning around only to check that he hadn't left anything behind in his recklessness.
In the back of his mind, he knew he should be worried about Finn and the rest of them, but his step-brother had assured him he was going to get Burt and Carole rounded up and that they would be safe. Along with Puck and Sam, he hoped the five of them would make it out of Lima and find some place safe. As for himself, he had made sure he was going to be going at it alone. He promised Finn he'd catch up to them eventually, but in this new life they were thrust into, gathering with more people would only be a cause to slow him down. Avoiding survivors and groups would be his best bet, in his mind.
In the midst of what was happening, Kurt had already drawn himself up certain rules he knew he should abide by. Rule one, never stop running. Always it seemed the survivors would find someplace to settle and inevitably become overrun in the end. Rule two, kill on sight. If something is running at you, don't wait around and just take it down. And always shoot the head! Kurt couldn't believe the times he'd seen in zombie movies where everyone was confused as to why they just wouldn't die. As for rule three, it was the aforementioned never group up with survivors.
"Shit!" Kurt hissed out, the door to his Navigator slamming shut before a bloodied body collided with it, "Get the fuck away!"
Usually, he was a lot less vulgar with his vocabulary choices, but it was the fricken end of the living world as he knew it! A few curse words here and there really weren't going to make all that much of a difference. Cringing at the blood that was now splattered across his window, he swiftly turned the key in the ignition and got the hell out of that garage. It wasn't easy driving on the roads of Lima, Ohio anymore. Not with the bodies that littered the ground or the dead running about, along with a few abandoned cars here and there. Looking around at the places he'd been at only days before, it was as if they were torn apart at the seams. Doors were broken off of their hinges, windows busted open, stands toppled over, and chairs scattered all around.
Driving past William McKinley High wasn't any better either. Kurt had to look away from the bodies that were strewn across the lawn, unable to stomach the sight of people he once knew gutted and mutilated. Soon enough, he reached the outskirts of the town, finally able to roll down his bloodied window and cast one last glance back at the place he once called home.
"I'd give you some sentimental last words, Lima, but right now nothing comes to mind," Kurt spoke to himself, turning his head back to face the road in front of him, "I guess, thanks for absolutely nothing."
Ideally, if he wanted to survive in this new cold world, he would have to let go of everything that could possibly hold him back. It was probably the most emotionally damaging thing he could do to himself at this time, but it was something he had to do. Surviving was his only priority at the moment. All thoughts of his past life, the New Directions, WMHS, his ex-boyfriend... well they all had to be pushed aside for now. In the end, he would worry about them all later when it all caught up to him.
"You can do this, Hummel," he reassured himself, the grip on the wheel lessening slightly and his knuckles turning back to their natural color, "One step at a time, just follow the rules."
Columbus, Ohio was just as bad as Lima, maybe even worse off than his hometown. Bodies were piled in the streets, but eerily vacant of the walking dead. Kurt shook his head, rolling his window back up just in case and searching the streets for any sign of a place where he could maybe get some weapons. Sai swords would only do him so much good with up close combat, so he needed something with a little more firepower. On one strange outing with the boys, Kurt had found out he was pretty good with a gun, so if he could only find a place that supplied them here, he would be set. And if the sight of no zombies in this city meant he could fill up with gas without much hassle, well then that was just a big plus.
Kurt scoured the streets for several minutes, driving slowly and attempting to avert his eyes from the more gory of bodies cluttered the streets and sidewalks. At last he found a store with the word "AMMO" written across the top of it, the door to it long since broken off and the glass shattered onto the sidewalk below. It didn't look like the safest place to be, but it wouldn't hurt to try. Parking as close as possible to the door, Kurt reached into the backseat and pulled out his sai swords, hopping out of the Navigator with practiced ease. He left the door open in case of a speedy getaway and advanced on the shop, peeking his head in first.
The place seemed abandoned, many of the guns on the walls already taken or laid useless on the floor beneath the shelves. Hastily, he tucked the swords into the makeshift holders on the sides of his skinny jeans and claimed any of the guns that were left behind. There was one box of ammo for a 9mm handgun and a handful of shotgun shells. Kurt grabbed both, along with a light machine gun that seemed to already be loaded, two pistols, and a shotgun from the wall. As he made his way back out to his car, the low sound of moaning resonated from the dark corners of the shop. Fear prickled underneath the lithe boy's skin, causing him to bolt from the offending area and pile the guns into the passenger seat of the car. When he went to pull the door close, a mangled hand caught the edge of it and wrenched it back open.
"Fuck!" he shouted, reaching toward his leg to pull out one of the sai swords that remained at his side.
The zombie in front of him let out a loud, blood curdling moan and struggled to progress it's attack on him. Kurt closed his eyes tight and swung with all his might, feeling the blade of the sword cut into the zombie's chest. Fuck, he swore in his mind and opened his eyes, blood dripping down the front of the dead's already torn shirt.
"Always aim for the fuckin' head!" Kurt cried out and plunged the blade into the offender's skull, effectively killing off which was already dead.
No way was he going after that sword now. With that thought, he scooted back in his seat and pulled the door closed tightly behind him. He let out a shaky breath and leaned his head against the steering wheel, attempting to somehow calm himself down from the adrenaline and fear from his first kill. The sounds of more moans was what finally brought him to look up and observe the street in front of him. More zombies had made themselves known, probably due to the fact that the kill hadn't exactly been the quietest thing on this side of Columbus. Turning the car back on, he surged forward and hit a few of them with the front of the Navigator and took off down the street, wanting to get as far away from the dead as he could. He pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned high school, cutting the engine and taking a moment to collect himself from the recent events that had just occurred. Now he had guns, but how long they would last? He had absolutely no idea and there was still the fact that he needed to get gas eventually. With a little more than half a tank, he was okay for now, but if he expected to keep out of staying in one place, he would need to fuel up plenty of times. It was with that thought that he grabbed the two pistols and exited the car, locking it with the press of his key and entered the high school.
"Might as well stock up on what I can scrounge up before I have to find the next place," he told himself, eyes shifting over the bloodied walls of the high school, "Maybe I can find something in the cafeteria here to take with me or maybe some flashlights."
Kurt made his way through the hallways, the school looking oddly familiar to his old one. Ducking in and out of classrooms, he found two flashlights and not much else that was of use. He turned around and started searching for the cafeteria, heading back the way he came and using his memory of what McKinley had looked like.
"Good," he breathed out when he stumbled upon the cafeteria, wanting to get in and out of there as fast as he could before the zombies from downtown caught up with him.
From the looks of it, he seemed to be the only one left alive. Which was fine with him, less of a chance to run across survivors and have them think the idea of grouping up was a good one. But as soon as those thoughts crossed his mind, they vanished completely, because in front of him was someone completely healthy and alive. Chestnut, perfectly coiffed hair even in this situation, piercing green eyes, and a signature smirk was what Kurt was met with as soon as he stepped foot in the cafeteria. To say he was surprised would be the understatement of the end of the world.
"Sebastian?"