A/N: Written for February's Meet Cute Marathon.
Word Count: 424
alive amongst the undead
Even covered in blood and brain matter, the man who just shot a zombie in the head in front of Ron looked gorgeous. He was dressed in low riding cargo pants with enough weapons on him that he looked like he could take on an army single-handedly.
In fact, he probably had.
"Can you shoot?"
Ron nodded and caught the shotgun thrown at him.
"You might be easier aiming for the legs just to slow them down. At this point, all we want to do is run and get out of here."
They stood side by side and Ron couldn't think of anything but staying alive as they moved foot by foot, closer to the front door the shopping centre. In the end, the man shot through the glass and the pair broke into a sprint.
"When the car pulls up, get in."
"What?" Ron's hell was inaudible over the squealing of tyre breaks as a jeep fishtailed around a corner side street and slammed to a halt directly in front of them. Ron jumped in, firing one last shot as a zombie that was reaching for the man's backpack and then he nearly got whiplash as the car shot off.
"Bloody fucking hell!"
"My name's Hermione, actually," the driver called back. She had tight curly hair cut short and her teeth flashed against her dark skin as she grinned.
"And you? How did you even know I was there? I thought I was gone for good and you saved me," Ron said breathlessly.
"My name's Harry and I've been looking for you for days. You're a Weasley, right?"
Ron nodded, disappointment settling in the pit of his stomach. Of course, Harry and Hermione had only come for him because of his family.
"We may have an idea of how to end this madness. But I didn't really know you were in there until I saw your hair as I was running and… I just didn't want to leave you. I thought you might've been dead when I saw you and I was going to drag you out," Harry muttered, glancing away in clear embarrassment. "You looked like a good person, you didn't deserve that."
Ron felt himself grin, wiping something slimy that he didn't want to think about from his forehead.
"I look good, do I?"
"Like a good person," Harry corrected swiftly, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips as Hermione laughed loudly and floored the car. For the first time in a long time, Ron felt alive.