N/A: This has no set timeline, it was written based on the 5B trailer so don't even try to untangle it. Also, the multiple quotes from the Bible were taken from Revelations (AKA Apocalypse) and they are out of context, so don't read too much into it.
Revelations
You'd think the end of the world would be something more dramatic.
From the day Malia was brought home until the car crash, she remembered her mother being a religious person. Church every Sunday kind of religious. Bible' stories before sleep kind of religious.
After the accident – murder - Malia had made sure to bury this side of her deep. She couldn't cherish a God that allowed her to maul the corpses of her mother and baby sister.
Still, some Bible' tales were imprinted in her memory forever.
"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with them, and they with me."
The biblical apocalypse was much more poetic than waking up in Scott's couch with Melissa' screams and a dead body knocking on the door.
Her alpha had been the first one of them to be hit by the plague and Malia couldn't help but think kindness had him killed in the end. Scott had stopped to help a sick lady, because it was just like him, and she had bit him. It started with a bite and it ended with a bite.
Trying to drag Melissa with her had been helpless, as the woman was a crying mess and cradling her son's body like he was a baby, not a man made of black blood and teeth too sharp even for a werewolf. Malia's instinct to survival kicked in and made her run instead of staying there frozen. She left before Scott killed, transformed or ate Melissa. However, the screams reached her as Malia ran to the street and she would remember it forever.
Running to Stiles had been the logical thing to do. He was her mentor in the human life and, in the end, he was the first one she would run to.
The boy might not have any supernatural abilities, but he was a fox in a vest of human flesh, and Malia found him hidden on the closet with a gun. He almost shot her and the relief in his voice was scary "How did you get here? Were you bitten?"
"No" She pulled him into a hug and questioned what was happening.
"Nobody knows. My dad called half an hour ago and told me about the walking corpses… Fucking Walking Dead happening in this town, as if werewolves weren't bad enough" Stiles cursed, pushing her inside the closet "Don't touch them, don't let them get near you. Dad thinks it's spreading by the bite"
"Scott is dead" it fell from her mouth and Malia felt Stiles go stiff by her side "He killed Melissa"
She wasn't kind and she wasn't subtle, but Malia could be nice and she squeezed his hand gently. Stiles didn't squeeze it back. He set his jaw forcefully and gripped the gun tighter "We're gonna be fine. All of us" it included Scott and she though Stiles might have lost his mind a little bit, but she didn't judge him. There were walking corpses biting people on the street and Malia knew they would all have to be a little crazy from now on.
They fell asleep on the closet, with the screams as soundtrack.
Sheriff Stilinski woke them up on the following morning. He pushed a bag full of food and guns on Stiles' hand. "Get my car, the jeep will roast before you leave Beacon Hills and you can't spare a minute"
Malia noticed the blood soaking his sleeve and she felt her stomach curl with dread. "Stiles, c'mon, let's go"
"Alright. Let's go, dad" there was no way the boy hadn't seen the blood, but he was pretending to be blind and still, she understood him.
"No" He walked out of the room and grabbed the gun on his belt "I have more or less two hours before I change. It takes around five hours for the bite to transform completely…" his voice was getting breathless and Sheriff Stilinski spat a tooth on the floor. A bloody molar.
"We're not leaving you behind, dad." Stiles rolled his eyes and grabbed his father by the arm, pulling him along. Malia heard the noise outside. The screams were disappearing slowly. More people dead.
"Stiles, I'm dead already. Just go, son"
"No"
Malia started to get anxious. They didn't have time to this stupid discussion. She thought about her own father. He must be dead already.
However, they lived away from the city and Henry had guns… Maybe… He had traps, was a smart man…
"I'm not leaving without you"
"I'm not going with you, Stiles. Go. Please, if you love me, just go and keep alive"
Stiles' dark eyes got that shine that Malia had learned to hate. He was a stubborn little human who didn't realize his own fragility and Malia sometimes wanted to wrap him in blankets and beat sense into his thick skull. "Here" he pushed the bag in her arms and the key that was still hanging on his father's hand "Go, Malia."
"No, Stiles, I'm not leaving without you" the words felt hollow to her ears. She was loyal but she wasn't stupid. He was choosing death and Malia was a survivor.
"Yes, you are" the sheriff was complaining but neither of them paid attention to the man "Get out of here as fast you can. We'll distract them"
His father was still arguing when Stiles pulled her closer, pressed a last kiss on her mouth that didn't mean much, but felt more honest than the ones he had been giving her for the past months; and then he opened the door and shot in the air.
Malia heard the groans and moans of the zombies – she still felt stupid calling them like that -, but she was running before she even saw them.
The next stop had been her house. Malia hit the car against a man in the middle of the road and her first instinct was to check if he was alright, but instead she used the super senses and noticed the lack of heartbeat, so Malia drove over him, the car wheel passing over a nauseating bump.
"Dad?" She had whispered, gun glued to her hand, and senses in overhype. No noise. "Dad, if you're here, show yourself, please…"
He had been there. However, Henry's teeth were sharp like nails and his eyes were a shade of yellowish sickness that made Malia almost drop the gun and scream. Almost. She shot a hole in his chest and her father fell on the ground with a humid tump.
"Ma…Lia…" her name got out of his lips in a gurgle of blood and he had stopped moving.
Malia locked herself in the car, drove to the sides of the reserve and put the gun barrel between her teeth.
Pulling the trigger would have been the right thing to do, but her finger hovered over it and Malia pressed her eyes closed.
"But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars – they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur."
She wasn't the one the Bible would save. Malia remembered Scott, her too much pure alpha, almost messiah and wondered how he got himself killed in the apocalypse before she did.
And then Malia lowered the gun because it might not be the end of the world, the world might still have salvation and if it had salvation so did she. Malia wasn't ready to die just yet. She had been a survivor from the day she was conceived by Desert Wolf and Peter Hale of all people. Malia wasn't going to die in the hands of some cursed corpse with too much teeth.
Driving back to Beacon Hills had been the most stupid thing to do, but Kira's words were still ringing in her head – "Is that what you would do as a coyote? Leave us for dead?" - and Malia couldn't force herself to be anything if not loyal to her friends.
Kira found her first. She jumped on her the second Malia stepped out of the car and tried to eat her face.
Malia blew up her head with a gunshot and sat by the side of the destroyed corpse, in the middle of the street, and cried. Blood that was three days old was under her nails and she was hungry and sleepless, but most of all Malia was exhausted.
She heard steps and then a pair of hands pulled her up. Lydia looked like an avenging angel in the sunset, with golden light and blood in her strawberry hairs and Malia blinked a few times, wondering if she had been saved, if she was seeing one of God's famous flaming angels.
"C'mon, let's get you inside" Lydia hissed, dragging Malia with her and pushing the girl inside a house that she didn't recognize.
Parish was sitting on the living room with his eyes glued to a metal can and the place smelt like chemicals.
"You're alive" Malia breathed, when the door was locked behind her with too much noise and she noticed they had built a barricade to keep the monsters outside. She jumped on Lydia and hugged her tight "You're alive, I thought everyone was dead, you're alive…"
"You're alive too" Lydia whispered in her hair and her voice was strong. Malia felt awake for the first time since she woke up in Scott's couch.
"How… Scott and Stiles and the Sheriff and Kira and my dad…"
"We know" the banshee shook her head in understanding and pulled Malia to the sofa "Jordan got to Stile's house this morning. The sheriff was dead, Stiles had just been bit and he asked…"
"I don't want to know" Malia cut her off. She didn't need to picture the first guy she ever loved begging for a mercy shot.
"Ok" Lydia looked around "Are you hungry?"
She was. And tired, so damn tired. Malia dinned with them and Parish explained he was building explosives to put on the street "We'll put signals for the living. The monsters can't read, so only them will step on the mines". She fell asleep with her head resting on Lydia's lap and her friend's fingers on her hair.
The scream woke her up.
Lydia was still sitting, her hand was still in Malia's hair, but her eyes were wide and she was screaming so loud that Malia felt dizzy. "Lydia, it's ok, Lydia, look at me…"
Jordan had fallen asleep on the table and he didn't even flinch with her scream. He was used to it, Malia realized. "Lydia, c'mon, stop it, wake up. We're ok"
"Malia…" she let her head hang and her light eyes filled up with tears "Ah, Malia…"
"What? What did you see?" death. "Who?"
"You" Lydia wasn't breathing, her voice was low in the night like she was afraid some god might hear them and decide to make it truth "I saw your death"
"How?"
Her mother had been catholic. Her father had become obsessed with legends after Malia told him she was a werecoyote. He had told her about Cassandra, daughter of Priam and Hecuba. A princess who predicted the future, but nobody ever believed her. They turned her prophecies into truth by not listening to it and Malia wondered if she was turning her death real by knowing it.
"Bitten" Lydia tried to clean the tears, but they wouldn't stop. Jordan stirred in his sleep "I'm so tired of knowing everybody's deaths… Everybody's dead, what's even the point of this curse now…"
"It's ok, Lydia" Malia cleaned the tears in the girl's face. She was so small and endured so much. Was it some divine punishment? What could they be possible punishing Lydia for at the age of eighteen? "You won't have to see my corpse. Not me"
"Malia, no" she grabbed her by the wrist, Lydia's fingers thin and cold "Stay, please…"
But Malia was nobody's victim and much less their burden. She was a walking corpse and even if she planned fighting for her life until the last breath, Malia didn't plan of taking Lydia and Parish down with her.
"I'll be ok" she answered, pulling her wrist from Lydia's grasp, and kissing her forehead.
Malia grabbed her duffel and ran to the street; the zombie's pants on her neck and one hand almost tearing her arm out.
She didn't look back.
She did, however, hear a small explosion and smiled to herself. Lydia and Parish were safe, alive, and it was enough hope to keep her going for one more week.
With nobody else left to go back for, Malia was left with the simple task of surviving. It had been easy surviving alone in the woods, when she had been too feral to feel loneliness, and firstly Malia thought she could handle it.
However, waking up covered in sweat and with a scream trapped in her throat every morning, proved her wrong. Being alone was driving her insane. She had passed by two small towns already. Raided a convenience store and packed the backseat with all the water and food she could put there without being eaten by zombies.
"What do you need to do next, Malia?" She yelled over the radio's white noise. It had been talking about the zombie apocalypse during the first four days, but now it was nothing but static. Everybody on the station must be dead. Or had left. "Get ammo, you already run out of it once. You need more than just four bullets if you gonna be alive by the weekend"
"Where will you even get ammo, Malia?"
She waited a bunch of seconds before answering herself "Maybe we could attack the police station of the next town, what do you think? At the very least, we can make some friends"
"Anything is better than hearing your voice, Malia" she turned the radio up, the white noise filled up the car and Malia sung according to the lyrics that were only playing in her head.
Attacking the Police Station had been easy. Getting out was another story completely. Malia was in the changing rooms, shoving all the clothes and hygienic products she could find in a backpack she had stolen from a corpse, when the noise got to her.
Claws out and super senses almost vibrating with tension, Malia hid behind a locker and grabbed the gun she had hidden in her boots.
"I think we should leave him behind" a masculine voice said "He would do it, if it was any of us in his position"
"He's our alpha, we won't leave him behind" it was a girl talking and this voice Malia recognized, so she stepped out of the shadows, gun still unlocked and finger resting carelessly on the trigger.
"What are you doing here?"
Hayden blinked and then opened a huge smile, ignoring completely the firearm before she threw herself at Malia and hugged her "Gosh, I thought everybody I knew was dead"
"I'm still very much alive, Hayden" the boy with her complained. Hayden pulled away and rolled her eyes.
"Yet. Theo will kill you before the week is due"
"Theo?" Malia felt a smile spread and of course the worst person she knew was alive. Life was fair like that. "He's alive too?"
"Yeah, he pulled me out of Liam's house during the outbreak" her voice got dark and Malia knew there was more to the story than that, but she didn't ask "Liam is dead. He was bitten by Scott when we found him on the street. We thought it was some crazy werewolf sickness and I tried to clean the cut and then there were screams and Liam broke in a fever…" her eyes filled up with tears, but she forced them down and cleaned her throat. "That's Josh" she pointed the boy a few steps away from them.
He had both arms crossed and a gun resting in his hand. A hostile expression too. Haunted eyes of a soldier that didn't match his baby face.
"Where's Corey? Tracy?" Malia frowned and closed her backpack, putting it on her back, very aware of how Josh followed her movements.
"Tracy is dead" Josh answered "Corey ran away as soon as we got out of Beacon Hills. Took some of our ammo with him, stupid boy thought he could survive on his own"
Malia wasn't dumb. Corey had been a survivor since Lucas attacked him. He was fragile, that was truth, but he had been dead and brought back. Corey definitely wasn't going to die so easily.
Hayden threw her a look that fulfilled her conjectures and none of the girls said anything.
"C'mon, we must go back to the car" Hayden sighed, closing her own duffle, and letting Josh lead the way "Theo will be happy to know you're not dead"
"You think?" Josh's voice was bitter "He's never happy"
"He has reason enough, don't you think?" Hayden bit back. While she had never truly forgiven Theo for being a total piece of crap, she knew how to be grateful for being brought back from the dead. She wasn't stupid, he had given her a second change to live and Hayden knew how to appreciate it.
The most dysfunctional friendship Malia had ever seen, but it seemed to work for them.
They pulled her to the parking lot and the place was empty, the silence was heavy and not even the animals made a single noise. It made her nervous.
"Hey, Theo, we found someone" Josh smiled sweetly and Malia tried to remember him from the short time she had seen him. He was part of Theo's chimera pack and all she remembered was a talkative and sweet guy under this name. They couldn't be the same person.
"Nice. Merchandise?" The alpha's voice was sharp and cold and Malia dug her feet on the ground, denying moving a single inch. It was all wrong. Fucked up.
"Merchandise?" she wasn't asking none of them in particular, actually talking to herself, but Josh answered by grabbing on her arm roughly.
"Yes. You gonna be worth enough in products for a month"
Malia pulled his hand from her, twisting his fingers with the violence packed in her bones. She had been craving a fight - not feeling helpless and useless - for quite some time now and Josh had just given her the reason.
Hayden only rolled her eyes and walked toward the black van "It's Malia, Theo, not merchandise. Go there before she kills Josh or something"
"Malia?" Theo stepped out of the vehicle and she almost lost his next words, too enrolled in his appearance "Maybe we should let her kill Josh"
"Or we could trade him" Hayden suggested.
Malia frowned. She couldn't pay attention to their alarming conversation about products and trading people, because her eyes were glued to Theo's face. He had a dirty rag around his head, covering one of his eyes. The cloth was dirty with blood and his face was far too skinny.
"What happened to you?" Malia asked, kicking Josh on the knee and throwing him on the ground.
"Nice to see you too" Theo opened his normal charming and annoying smile and she decided that maybe the apocalypse hadn't changed him that much. Only two weeks had passed, they couldn't be all destroyed already.
"Your face. What happened?"
"Got in a nasty fight with one of the experiments, lost an eye" Theo shrugged "Wanna come inside the van where we can talk and not be eaten by the creatures?"
"Experiments?" Malia didn't move. He was talking about trading people before and she had no plans of being his credit card.
"Yeah, the creatures." Hayden answered "They are results from the Dread Doctors' experiments"
Her blood froze and then Malia felt anger burn her stomach. She stormed in his direction, grabbing Theo by his jacket and throwing him on the ground with a noise loud enough to indicate she had broken a bone of his.
"You knew" Malia punched him "You fucking knew, Theo, and you let all of us be slaughtered!" Another punch and his mouth filled up with blood. Theo wasn't fighting back, only trying to push her out of him, but Malia was furious and he was weak. Pinned on the ground, with her knee resting on his chest, she punched him another time "Scott and Stiles and my dad are dead because of you! And you fucking knew all this time!"
A pair of arms tried to pull her away, but Malia shrugged them off, grabbing him by the hair and smashing Theo's head against the concrete "I'm going to kill you and I'll enjoy it"
He spat blood on the ground and grabbed her fist before it could hit him again "I didn't know, Malia…" Theo groaned and a blood bubble busted in his mouth "I tried to warn you, I tried to warn all of you about them…"
"What? Your pathetic speech about not being the bad guy and knowing the Dread Doctors were shit?!" Malia yelled, slapping him with her free hand "That's not a warning about a fucking zombie apocalypse!"
"All I knew…" Theo coughed and Hayden used this moment of distraction to pull Malia away from him "All I knew was that they were bringing the Beast back to life, Malia… I didn't know the beast's bite would cause this reaction, I swear I didn't… I warned you that we had to fight together, didn't I?"
Malia wanted to punch him again. Punch him because he had warned them and fuck, they had been so stupid. They had denied working with Theo and now everybody was dead, and Scott was too dead for Malia to place the guilt on his shoulders.
She had been warned and now everyone she ever loved was dead.
"I hope you die by the hands of your creators, Theo. I hope your death is as painful as what you caused all of us" Malia growled, before turning around and walking to her car.