A/N: Who's up for a Voltron Zombie AU? All of us, I hope! Anyways, this first chapter is a little short, but the next chapter will be longer too. For those of you who have followed my older stories, those will get continued eventually, but right now I'm just not into DRRR so it will have to wait.

Warnings: Zombies, probably smut in later chapters, death, violence, cursing, graphic texts, you know the drill I guess. It's a zombie AU, use your judgement.
Pairings: Klance, Shallura, and I guess I will add on if I add in any others.

Please leave a review if you enjoyed it, reviews motivate me and since I haven't written in a few years (my father dying kinda did a number on me there I guess), it would be good to get that motivation going!

Lance frowned quietly as he stared into the remnants of the fire in front of him, jumping at every noise made, every slight shuffle or grunt from outside. He longed for the heat and light of a fire but fire was too dangerous right now. He gently and as quietly as he could kicked out the last of the smouldering embers of the fire now, shivering a little bit as he quietly laid down, too neurotic to sleep. Every sound startled him and made his pulse race, and there was no safe place to rest either. This was as good as it got... a chain link fence, darkness, and a bunch of sheets protected him from the view of those... those things outside the fence, either in the storage area of an old restaurant, or in the restaurant itself. Probably a dozen on the streets too. He had to go back out there eventually, but he didn't like the idea of it. He might not be able to come back here, and this spot, though not safe, was certainly better than most places.

His last thought before he grew too tired to remain awake any longer was of his family. He was worried about them, and wracked with guilt over not knowing... they had to be okay though. They were as tough as he was! And yet, worry ate him alive from the inside. They were separated three weeks ago, during an attack on the place they had been sleeping. Lance had thought they were right behind him... but they weren't, and it had been too dangerous to go back right away. By the time he'd been able to check a week later, there was nothing there. Ah... so tired... finally sleep did claim him.

When he woke he could hear nothing at all. No birds, but that was normal now. How did the world come to this anyways? It took all of a week for the whole world to crumble, to fall to absolute ruin... and it had been a month since then. A month of barely surviving, barely making it to the next day... and whatever those things were, they sure as shit weren't humans. Not any more, anyways. Lance was quiet as he got up, stretching the kinks out of his back and finding what was left of his food in the backpack he carried. He chewed as quietly as possibly on some beef jerky and pulled his jacket on and then his pack before carefully looking outside. He lifted the sheet draped over the fence with trembling fingers, holding his breath as he did and looking around.

Lance dropped the sheet and covered his mouth, swallowing to try and keep his fear in check before lifting it up again. It hadn't moved... it was just standing there, silent as could be, in the sunlight that streamed in through the broken window pane of the storage facility. Just one... just one... it was just one... he kept repeating that thought inside his head as he prepped himself for the sprint to the door. Oh, if there was a God, he prayed to it now that there was nothing on the other side of that door. A rat squeaked, causing the thing to shift it's focus and shamble towards it. Opposite direction of Lance too, which he was grateful for. He moved now, opening the fence silently, then closing it again -just in case he was able to come back here after all.

He moved as absolutely quietly as he could, not taking his eyes off the thing, and it didn't seem too interested in him either... until he stepped on some of that broken glass with an unfortunately loud CRUNCH. It spun, and when it laid eyes on him it let out one of those raspy, terrifying growls that they all made and began lunging for him.

Lance turned, sprinting for the door which waved open. Two more! Damn it! He leaped over the counter and dodged between the booths before leaping through the broken front window before taking off, full tilt down the street. His heart raced as he glanced behind himself. Four in the street, but not fast ones, and the three from the McDonald's he'd sheltered in overnight, though those three were hung up with trying to get back out of the former fast-food joint. He ducked down an alleyway and then slowed to a stop, peeking out to see if there were more... none down this street it seemed. He moved quickly, but no longer running. An urban street, houses, all abandoned but the lawns still looked pretty good. He was glad for the warmth of this season, but winter he was already worrying about too. How was he supposed to survive both those things and the freezing cold of winter? Maybe he'd be dead by then...

He didn't know this area too well, but he did know he needed food. Maybe those houses were okay, but he wasn't sure he should risk it either. Looked like there was a convenience store down the street too, so he made his way there now. The lights were still on, but the windows were all smashed in, by people or the things he wasn't sure yet. He looked around and didn't see any for now, so he silently slipped inside and hoped like hell there were none in here... and that the other ones didn't follow him in. Some stuff had been taken, but he did score some chocolate bars, and beef jerky, some peanuts... and water! Bottled water! The faucets still worked well enough, but houses were death traps in many respects too.

He loaded up what he could, as quiet as he could, but when he opened the cooler and reached for water, something moving back there caught his attention. Oh shit... He slid backwards and hit the shelf behind him and a hand reached through one of the empty slots. The skin was mottled, grayish and white, pealing in a few parts, and black near the finger tips and nails. The arm pushed through at the same time the horrifying, raspy-sounding growl left it, and though Lance couldn't see its face, he knew it's lips were pulling into a sneer, it's teeth gnashing to try and bite him.

It seemed trapped there so he looked around again before carefully opening again and removing four large bottles of water, his eyes on the hand so he could keep out of the way. The bite made you one of them, but he wasn't sure about scratches. No way he was risking it though. Lance put the pack on his back again and peeked around the shelves and then... oh shit. OH SHIT! There were five or six of them out there, and Lance had no real escape route. He only saw them for a second but they seemed interested in the shop... the one in the cooler... it was making too much noise, and he swallowed, his heart racing again.

Lance couldn't shut the thing in the cooler up, and he was too scared to move now. He had to figure something out though, or he was definitely dead now, and Lance definitely did not want to be dead. Okay, maybe if he was really fast, he could get away? Or if he ran over there... behind the cash registers, and then drew their attention? He might be able to bolt around them and out the window if he was lucky. Just as Lance got ready to move he heard a very odd sound. A wet one, like meat being cut, and then thumps of something hitting the pavement. Then he heard footsteps, the crunch of glass beneath someones -or somethings- feet, and just as Lance made to bolt someone turned the corner, sword in hand.

"Ah!" He yelped as a sword got pressed to his throat, his eyes widening in shock. The guy holding the sword had dark, purplish eyes and black hair... Japanese from what Lance could tell. And definitely not rotting. Actually, this guy was pretty cute too, were they not in the midst of the apocalypse, Lance might flirt with him. This guy was so fast with that thing too! It was no surprise why he was still alive with that speed, and probable skill. It took the stranger a moment or two too, but the sword lowered now and then went back into it's sheath.

"You're alive huh?" The cute stranger asked, his voice smooth as silk to Lance's ears, and the first voice that Lance had heard that wasn't his own in almost three weeks now. It was so nice to hear an actual human voice that Lance could barely keep it together. An answer! Right! He needed to answer! He nodded, his throat not working properly it seemed. Admittedly he never thought 'are you alive' would be a question directed at him.

"Good... come with me then."